Chapter 262 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Tit for tat had always been a common gimmick in business.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang just then, and James went to open the door.

Since he had seen Jane Tanner’s true face too, the image appeared in his mind once more when he saw her again.

Still, he stood aside to make way. “Come in.”

Abigail’s leather shoes had flat heels, and she also had white socks matched with an old-fashioned floral print skirt on, along with a clean shawl.

It was a ridiculous getup, but there was no helping it-she wanted to treat Diarmuid without being recognized.

That was why she did her best to mess up, to the point where not even her mother would recognize her.

James clearly noticed that she was ‘dressed up’ for the occasion, and wondered if she had fallen for Diarmuid already.

Still, it did amuse him that someone so ugly was after Diarmuid, though he could not laugh out loud.

It almost hurt to keep it in.

“I’ll get things started now.” Abigail headed to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water, before taking out a pack of herbal medicine and pouring it into the tub as well.

She had concocted the medicine beforehand, and it took minutes before the tub was full.

She put a palm into the bath, and seeing that it was just the right temperature, she kept watch as the medicine spread in the water, dyeing the tub dark brown. It also filled the bathtub with a faint herbal scent, though it was easy on the nose.

Outside the bathroom, James slid up to Diarmuid’s side. “Mr. Althoff, I think Dr. Tanner deliberately put on extra makeup. I mean, she’s put on so much makeup that it looks like she’s scrubbed it like a wall… it’s so white it’s scary. Moreover, she won’t cheat on you, don’t you think?”

Diarmuid shot him an icy glare. “Do you need to get your head checked?

“Hehe… I’m just worried. I mean, you’re quite the ladykiller…”

“I’ve been too lenient on you lately, I see.” Diarmuid wrinkled his brow.

“Of course not. Anyway, I’ll be going now-take a nice little break, sir.” James hurried off, worried about getting caught and forced to stay.

“Mr. Althoff?” Abigail stepped out of the bathroom and said, “You can come in now.”

James paused at the doorway just then and heard, “Please take off your clothes.”

James felt the creeps right then.

Take off his clothes? Did she mean get naked?!

The thought that Diarmuid was going to get buck naked in front of a woman so hideous she almost made him throw up left James’s lips twitching.

What an image it was!

He stepped out of the room right then, patting his chest and counting his blessing that he was not the one suffering from insomnia.

With a woman like that, his insomnia would probably get worse… No, he would probably get nightmares instead!

How fortunate he was to be blessed with good health!

Meanwhile, Diarmuid was staring at the woman of marvelous ugliness as she stood at the bathroom door. ‘Are you going to watch me undress?”

“Gender is no issue for doctors,” Abigail replied calmly. Diarmuid raised a brow.

Whether he had given up or something else, he actually began to unbutton his shirt!

Soon, his beautiful collarbone came to view, followed by his chiseled chest.

Abigail was the first to blink and she was complaining inwardly if he was a little insane, being able to stay calm even with a woman as ugly as her…

On the other hand, Diarmuid smirked with contempt. “Is that all it takes to make you blink?”

Casually throwing his shirt aside and unbuckling his belt, he started toward the bathroom.

Abigail actually kept her back to him, afraid to even peek in his direction.” Now get in the bathtub and soak in there for half an hour.”

The bath was hot and steamy, and Diarmuid slowly closed his eyes as he lay inside.

‘Now, relax. Don’t think,” Abigail said while standing by the door.

Diarmuid certainly could not-the reason he suffered insomnia at all was because he would remember Abigail each instant he closed his eyes.

It felt like her very face was stuck in his mind like a splinter, eating away at his thoughts and heart.

After half an hour, Diarmuid had cleaned himself up and stepped out in a white bathrobe.

Getting up from the couch, Abigail told him, “Please lie down in bed.”

Diarmuid did so, but even as he kept his back to her, he growled, “If I don’t feel better, consider yourself fired.”

Abigail was at a loss for words-he was still so despicable, constantly throwing his weight around others!

Still, she smiled. “Please have faith in my abilities.”

As Diarmuid lay down and pulled a blanket over himself, Abigail walked up and said, “Please lie as close to the edge of the bed as possible.”

She even picked up a pillow and placed it over the edge of the bed.

Diarmuid frowned. “…You could have told me earlier.”

Abigail shrugged. “Guess it slipped my mind.”

“I refuse.” Diarmuid stayed still instead, even closing his eyes-giving her a look that said what-are-you- gonna-do-about-it?

“If you don’t shift over here, I would have to get on top of you, straddling you as I give you a massage…”

Diarmuid’s eyes abruptly widened and then narrowed at her. “What was that?”

Abigail smiled, baring her mouth full of yellowed teeth.

Diarmuid was left speechless.

“Please move over here,” she repeated.

Diarmuid clenched his fists to restrain himself from chasing her out.

As he reluctantly moved over to her, she said, “Close your eyes.”

Diarmuid did so, but only because he really did not want to see her face.

Abigail reached out and gently placed her hands over his temples, gradually pressing on it and shifting upward over his scalp and through his hair. She found his vein nodes with pinpoint precision, and massaged them with deft and dexterity.

She might be ugly, but her fingers were thin, soft and warm to the touch.

Her pressure was just perfect, and it was indeed comfortable.

As Diarmuid slowly began to relax, Abigail shifted from node to node, and had soon done it for forty minutes.

She was sweating, and it was seeping into her collar.

Massage was a strenuous activity, especially for the arms and wrists.

Still, Abigail did not slow down-she was actually doubling her exertion.

Nonetheless, Diarmuid fell asleep after an hour, and Abigail slowly pulled away.

Her hands were stiff and shaking as her fingers left his scalp.

She flexed her wrist to ease her soreness, taking a short break before getting up.

Then, turning around and staring at his face, she murmured, “I’ve worked so hard… you should be giving me a reward anyway.”

She walked up to him again, arching her back in hesitation briefly before kissing his lips.

It was soft and a little cold-and the taste was just so familiar.She missed it.

Even if he did not love her, she did love him.

She thought to herself that she should not be greedy, but just as she pulled away, he suddenly caught her and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

Her eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating!

Abigail’s body and thoughts froze.H-He was awake?

What should she do?

How was she going to explain herself?

Could she say that he was too good looking, and that she could not help it?

What should she do?

The instant she felt him hold her, she came up with so many excuses…

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