Chapter 337 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Suddenly, Diarmuid scooped her up in his arms, and Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck in surprise.

That really came out of nowhere!

Glaring at him, she grumbled, “Can’t you act proper too? We’re outside, and there are people watching, please!”

“What’s the problem? We’re married, and you’re frail. Can’t I, your husband, show some concern?” Diarmuid said as he carried her off the cruise ship.

There were actually many people at the harbor, and they naturally caught a lot of attention.

Abigail felt her cheeks burning and she shyly buried her face in his chest, pretending to fall asleep.

Diarmuid lowered his gaze, and found the way she was hiding amusing.

As he carried her back to the car, the chauffeur quickly opened the door for them, and he put Abigail inside.

Sensing safety and that no one was watching, she looked up and stared daggers at Diarmuid. “Do that again and I’ll be very cross with you.”

“And it would be the couch for me, right?” Diarmuid asked, raising a brow. “You threatened me with that already.”

Abigail was speechless, though she soon let it go since he had always been that shameless.

As she simply decided to stay silent, Diarmuid glanced at her sideways. “Are you upset?”

Abigail feigned displeasure. “You thoroughly humiliated me.”

It was Diarmuid’s turn to be speechless.

How was that humiliating? Everyone was clearly looking at them enviously!

Pulling a straight face, he suggested, “Well, from now on, you’ll carry me and humiliate me the same way. Will that do?”

Abigail laughed despite herself. “Why are you always so shameless?”

Diarmuid pulled her into his arms then. “I just love it when you smile.”

Naturally, he was teasing her so that she would not be weighed down by their troubles all the time.

Understanding that, Abigail leaned over his chest, quietly saying, “My only wish now is that we find our child soon and live together as a happy family.”

Diarmuid yearned for that too-his parents had left him when he was a child, and Althoff Manor was a cold, dismal place.

It was not actually easy for him to reach adulthood, and he could not remember familial warmth at all.

But with Abigail and their children, he had a family now.

“We’ll find him.”

Harvey Gooding had regained consciousness by the time James Cross returned with his child, and he was struggling to get off the floor.

James put the baby on the bed and walked up to untie Harvey.

Once he got his freedom, however, he promptly swung his fist at James’s face.

“Fuck you!”

James simply sidestepped him.

Missing his mark, Harvey remained disgruntled and tried again, but this time James simply caught his fist. “You’re not going to win here.”

Harvey, thoroughly undignified, pulled off the ropes around him and rose to his feet, ready for fisticuffs.

James did not have the time to spare with Harvey and told him as much. But as James turned to leave, Harvey lunged at him deviously!

James was caught off guard, and Harvey’s punch hit him from behind.

Furious, he wheeled on Harvey and grabbed him by the collar, his fist poised to strike. “You think I wouldn’t dare?!”

Harvey was furious too. “Fuck off! You’re the one who drugged me and tied me up! Are you expecting me to thank you for that?!”

James laughed icily. “You’re welcome!”

“Piece of shit!” Harvey lost his temper right then, and they wrestled, neither of them letting up even as bruises covered their faces.

They finally stopped when Harvey’s baby started crying, and he wiped his lips while glaring at James. “This isn’t over yet.”

“Is that so? And what are you going to do about it?” James leveled him a cool stare. “I don’t think you even have the balls.”

With that, he strode out of the hotel room while Harvey hurried to the bed, scooping the baby up in his arms.

The baby was crying rather violently-he must be hungry.

Harvey then untied Heather King to let her feed the baby, but she shot Harvey a glare even as she took the baby off his hands.

“That’s your son, you know. Are you not upset that they took him away for so long? Aren’t you going to do something?”

Harvey simply settled into the couch in silence.

In reality, he came just to show Diarmuid and Abigail his child to arouse their suspicion.

It was obvious that they gave up once they realized that the baby was not theirs, and the same thought would stop them from investigating him- even if they managed to trace something back to him.

As for him…

He narrowed his eyes, his lips curling up in an icy smile.

He really doubted that he would keep losing to Diarmuid.He would beat Diarmuid at least once and make Abigail regret messing with him!

“Don’t bother. Just raise him well-you should know your place after I gave you more than what you deserve. Remember your roots, and you’d understand that, so don’t bother with my business and stick to your own.”

There was a cautioning edge in Harvey’s voice, and Heather lowered her gaze right then.

After all, she was one who coerced Harvey to marry her with their child, and was therefore afraid to upset him.

Naturally, since she liked Harvey and her current position, she would not disobey him.

Even if Harvey did not like her, he did care about his son, since the baby was his flesh and blood. He pinched the baby’s little cheeks just then!

“I didn’t think that I’d be a father so soon,” he said, glancing at Heather just then.

He certainly would not be one if Heather did not keep her pregnancy a secret until the third trimester to force a shotgun marriage.

“We’re going home tomorrow,” Harvey said.

Heather looked up at him. “Are you done here?”

“More or less,” Harvey replied, his eyes fixed on his baby.

His purpose was to make Abigail and Diarmuid suspect, only to prove to themselves that his child was not theirs.

That way, they would never suspect a thing.

He was in such a good mood just then that even James’s punch did not hurt just then.

Zachary returned to the cruise ship the next day to investigate Rainie Lang, having found out that she was working today before going.

He even bribed the manager to make her serve him, and Rainie had to do it because she did not want to lose her job.

Before she went, the manager instructed her to do well, and told her that a bonus awaited if she did.

Naturally, she did her best for the sake of that bonus.

Even though she had been hostile towards Zachary before, she was now as gentle as a dove!

“Mr. Slate, was it? Would you like a refill?”

Even so, her smile did not reach her eyes.

In fact, she looked as stiff as she was hostile, as if she would lunge forward at any moment to bite off Zachary’s jugular!

Even so, Zachary was not blind-he could obviously see that Rainie was gritting her teeth.

Still, he could not help chuckling. “What are you doing here, if you’re that reluctant?”

“Unfortunately, you’re rich and powerful, while I have to keep my job. That’s why I’m here-or did you think I’d willingly serve a self-important narcissist like you?”

Zachary frowned. “I’m self-important?”

“You pressured my manager with your status. What is that if not self- important?”

He certainly did not leave a good impression with Rainie, and there was nothing he could say because she was right.

“I’ll apologize again-I didn’t mean to do it,” he said earnestly.

“Yes, and I forgive you. Can I go now?’ Rainie pursed her lips.

Zachary was left speechless.

It was only natural that she was distant-and since they had just met twice, Zacahry did not dare to push her too far and nodded.

“Fine, you can go.”

Rainie hurried off, though she paused at the doorway.

Zachary believed that she was regretting it, and he could not help smiling.” We can be friends-”

“No, I just wanted to ask: am I going to be fired?”

Zachary was left speechless again, his smile freezing on his face.

It was a humorous sight.

---