Chapter 266 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

James was on top of a woman.

Abigail could not see who it was-only her fair, thin legs.She blinked. James got himself a girlfriend and even brought her to Minerva?

Just then, the woman cried out furiously, “Let go of me, James Cross, or I’ll scream for help!”

Abigail was left speechless-that did not seem to be your typical make out session.She quickly turned away, even closing the door for them.

Whatever the relationship they had, she should not be looking anyway.

Then, she looked up and saw Diarmuid standing in the walkway, staring at herself.

Abigail wondered if he caught her spying on James, even though she did not mean to-she was just curious at the time.

“I saw nothing,” she said.

Diarmuid said nothing to that and simply headed to his own room, leaving Abigail speechless and unsure what Diarmuid was thinking. Did he believe her or not?

She nervously followed him, and tried to act calm before asking, “Did you sleep well last night, Mr. Althoff?”

Diarmuid had entered his own room by then, but still did not respond.

Worried that she would slip up if she spoke too much, she told him that she would prepare his medicinal bath and headed inside the bathroom.

That was when James stormed into the room, dragging the woman with him.

Erin was almost driving him crazy-it was as if she had become his shadow, bugging him with every waking moment.

However, he was afraid to get rough with Erin given who she was, making him desperate.

“Mr. Althoff, she’s really driving me crazy.”

“Hardly,” Erin retorted. “You’d tell me where my mother was buried if you were.”

Erin certainly was not afraid of Diarmuid-they shared the same mother, and he would not resort to hurting her no matter how much he disliked her.

That was why she was doing everything she wanted without a care, driving James so mad that he could strangle her. But he could not.

Having no choice, he pinned his hopes on Diarmuid to get rid of her. “Mr. Althoff, please.”

Diarmuid glanced at James’s cuts and bruises then, and finally did something.

“Tell your father to see me tomorrow.”

Erin’s eyes lit up. “Are you going to tell him?”

“Am I obligated to tell you what we’re going to talk about?”

Diarmuid’s retort was cold and distant, and he seemed to have no intention of acknowledging Erin as a half-sibling.

On the other hand, Erin presumed that things were negotiable since Diarmuid was willing to see her father, and he might even finally tell them where her mother was buried.

“I’ll head home and tell him right now,” she said happily.

After she was gone, James heaved a sigh of relief.

Genuinely reluctant to have Erin bother him again, he asked, “Don’t you think you should acknowledge her as your sister, Mr. Althoff?”

Diarmuid leveled a cold stare at him right then.

He was already helping James get rid of Erin by meeting Mick, and James was asking him to acknowledge her…?

As he loosened his collar and unbuttoned his shirt, he growled, “You can go now-more rubbish from you, and you won’t have my help anymore.”

James promptly turned silent, just as Abigail stepped out of the bathroom.

“The bath is ready,” she said.

As Diarmuid headed inside, James glanced at the corner where he set the camera and left.

Abigail noticed where he was looking and knew that was the position of the camera.

She simply stayed composed and took a seat on the couch, repeating what she said last night, “Relax, and clear your mind.”

That was when her phone started ringing in her pocket, and she took it out to see that she got a call from Harvey.

Remembering that he might have found out why Bernstein Holdings went bankrupt, she answered it but spoke in Minervese,

“Yeah.”

“It’s me,” Harvey replied, not knowing that she was being watched and left wondering why she was not speaking in Zidonian.

“I know,” Abigail replied, still sticking to Minervese.

Realizing that she might be inconvenienced, she said, “My contact just gave me the details… Anyway, it’s complicated. We should talk face-to- face.”

Abigail checked the time, but the bathroom door opened just as she was about to speak. She turned toward him…

Abigail froze.

Diarmuid had a towel around his waist, but his entire body was still wet, and… there was a scarlet rash over every inch of his skin.

Surprised, she asked, “What happened?’

“That’s my question. What did you put in my bath?” Diarmuid was frowning- the rash itched so badly!

Abigail quickly spoke into her phone. “Something just came up. I’ll talk to you later.”

With that, she hung up and hurried into the bathroom and checked the bath, and somehow fished out a substance that could cause oversensitive skin.

But she never put it in… How did it get in there?

“Don’t scratch,” Abigail told Diarmuid when she stepped out. “Just wait here. I’ll get you an ointment-“

However, Diarmuid grabbed her by the neck before she could leave, a menacing air spilling out of him as he growled, “You did this, didn’t you?”

Abigail was suffocating and instinctively shielded her belly. “I have no reason to hurt you, Mr. Althoff,” she gasped. “It does me no good-there’s a misunderstanding here, believe me.”

Diarmuid, however, was unmoved, and his fingers continued to clench over her neck.

Even as her cheeks flushed a crimson, she gasped, “Please… give me a chance to prove it…”

Knock, knock-

Someone was suddenly knocking on Diarmuid’s door.

He released her then, while the menacing air around him faded. “You’d better not have messed with me, or I’ll destroy you!”

Abigail was wheezing, but she calmly answered, “If I meant to harm you, you’d be dead instead of getting just a rash.”

There was such confidence in her voice that Diarmuid narrowed his eyes.

Knock, knock-

Whoever was outside knocked on the door again, more urgently this time. Diarmuid walked over to get the door, and opened it to see that it was Harvey. He had heard Diarmuid’s voice over the phone, and knew right then that they were together.

That was why he knocked on Diarmuid’s door, and the instant it was opened, he looked inside to find Abigail standing in the living room.

“You really are on a self-destruction spiral, huh? Getting it on with someone as ugly as her?”

Bang!

The door was shut in his face so violently that it kicked up a storm, while the door itself almost hit Harvey squarely in the face, missing it by bare inches.

He froze for a minute before he came to his senses and banged on the door violently. “Open up, Diarmuid! I mean it-do it right now, or else!”

He was almost crazed because he did not want Abigail to be alone with Diarmuid.

No matter how ugly she made herself look, Abigail was still Abigail-what if Diarmuid noticed?

Eventually, the door opened again, but this time it was Abigail.

Harvey quickly smiled, but Abigail shot him a glare before he could speak- they should pretend not to know each other around others.

Harvey quickly caught the cue and promptly exclaimed, “Hey, who are you?”

Abigail simply shut the door and headed toward the elevator.

Before Harvey could follow, however, James stepped out of his own room and shot him a warning look. “Don’t think about meddling.”

Harvey smiled. “I’m not.”

James simply ignored him and followed Abigail into the elevator.

Soon, they returned with the ointment, but Harvey was still waiting outside.

“You can go in now, Dr. Tanner,” James told Abigail, while he stayed outside to keep an eye on Harvey to stop him from getting up to any mischief.

Abigail glanced at Harvey but said nothing and she strode inside Diarmuid’s room.

Diarmuid had already broken the skin on his neck from scratching and Abigail stopped him. “I told you not to scratch it.”

Diarmuid shot her a glare. “Try soaking in that crap. See if you can stop yourself.”

Abigail was speechless.

Fine.

If itching had levels and the natural maximum was ten, medication- induced itch would be twice worse.

She quickly brought out the itch medication and said, “You’ll feel better with this.’

Diarmuid leveled a silent, wary stare at her, clear distrustful.

Abigail hence rubbed some on her own skin. “See? I’m just fine-like I said, there’s no point in me hurting you.”

Diarmuid’s became less tense than, and Abigail started to rub the ointment on him.

It was icy to the touch, and Diarmuid felt the itch on his skin easing the instant it was applied.

However, Abigail was working so seriously she did not notice the mole on her nose slipping.

Diarmuid inadvertently looked up just then and saw that!

The mole had been pasted on the tip of Abigail’s nose and it started flapping about as she breathed, dangling and stopping short of detaching.

Diarmuid was staring at her, and she was close enough for him to smell the thick scent of makeup.

Frowning so much his brows almost met, he told her, “Your mole is falling off.”

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