Chapter 340 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“Let’s find him right now,” she snarled through gritted teeth.

“Do you think he’d admit anything if we don’t have leverage? He could just refuse to admit it even if we have proof,” Diarmuid pointed out.

Abigail was stumped-it was true, Harvey definitely would not admit it.

“Well, what should we do?” Abigail asked, flustered.

Diarmuid pulled her into his arms, and said quietly and assuringly, “I’ve sent James.”

“To where? Sunny City?” she asked.

Diarmuid nodded. “He may have taken our child, but he has a child too.”

Abigail understood right then.

Abducting babies was not ideal, but Harvey did it first.

That was why they were doing nothing wrong!

She nodded in understanding and leaned into Diarmuid’s arms. “You’re doing the right thing.”

Then, looking up, she said, “We should go there too!”

She was flustered, and Diarmuid could see that she would lose sleep if he did not take her to Sunny City.

“Fine, it’s your call.”

“I’ll get changed right now,” Abigail said happily, since she was still in her pajamas.

She was just about to change into casuals when she lost her balance because she was in too much of a hurry. She sprained her foot and almost fell over, but Diarmuid reacted quickly and caught her, scolding her quietly,’ Look at you, unable to even walk straight. I agreed to take you, or did you think I was tricking you?”

“Nope,” Abigail replied-she was just being impatient.

Diarmuid lowered his gaze then, his eyes twinkling. “Really?”

Abigail felt the flames in his eyes, and followed his gaze downward!

Abigail then saw that her collar was opened, revealing her breasts’

Her cheeks burning right then, she pouted and shot him a glare. “You really are brazen.”

Diarmuid said with a quiet, eager voice. “Well, you are my wife.”

As he spoke, he leaned in and kissed her on her breast.

Abigail flinched, and gently shoved him. “Stop.”

Diarmuid looked up just then, the fire in his eyes not quite fading. Instead, he was tightening his arms around her and their breaths tangled while he leaned in.

Looking into Abigail’s eyes that sparkled like stars in a night, he murmured, “I missed you.”

Abigail flushed, her cheeks turning red hot.

Before she could speak, his lips took hers and his hands reached underneath her clothes as he kissed her, gently caressing her smooth skin.

His voice was hoarse, and brushing warmly against her ear. “I love you, Abigail.”

There had been so many issues plaguing them lately, and they could not get frisky while Abigail was still in her postpartum phase. He was a healthy man, and there were times he would lose control with the woman he loved.

Fiery passion burst out like a volcano, and there was no stopping it!

Abigail felt buoyed by his passion, and only realized that it was too late when all their clothes were on the floor.

She felt herself being pressed into the soft sheets of their bed, while his hot, muscular body was on top of her.

There was no telling how long had passed, but Abigail was eventually left feeling sore and exhausted.

Being stuffed under her blanket, she did not want to move at all, so she panted, “Get me the bottle of pills in the drawer.”

Diarmuid brought a warm towel to wipe her down and he frowned at her words.

“What?” he exclaimed, and soon became nervous. “Why? Are you sick? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He quickly checked her, but she shook her head. “No.”

Diarmuid sat on the bed, reaching underneath the blanket to wipe her and asked quietly, “Then what’s the pill for?”

Abigail closed her eyes. “It’s contraceptives.”

It will be difficult for her to deliver children from now on-she could get pregnant, but keeping the baby will be difficult.

Having two children more or less ruined her health, not to mention that she did not have proper postpartum care on both occasions.

Diarmuid became silent right then and put away the towel to hug her, his face brushing against hers.

He knew that it had been hard on her, that she had suffered because he did not take good care of her, as well as allowed so much to happen.

“We’ll just stick with two.”

“Don’t you prefer daughters? What if our baby is a boy?” Abigail asked.

“Even then,” Diarmuid said, and gently kissed her forehead. “Two sons are fine.” Abigail joked, “You can get a healthy mommy to give you a daughter.”

“And you’re not going to get upset?” Diarmuid said, staring at her face.

“Nope.” Abigail smiled and shook her head.

Diarmuid got a little irked by her ‘generosity’ just then.

Pursing his lips, he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Abigail replied.

Diarmuid leaned in to bite her lips at that and she frowned in pain, pushing him off and exclaiming, “Urgh, let me go.”

Diarmuid did not. “Are you going to keep giving me that crap now?”

Abigail’s lips were already red and swollen from all the kisses earlier, and his bite really hurt.

“Fine, I won’t.” She gave in, and Diarmuid pulled away in satisfaction.

He then fed her the pill and said, “Now, sleep.”

Abigail said, “Just one hour.”

“What?” Diarmuid frowned.

Abigail said languidly, “I thought we agreed to go to Sunny City.1

Diarmuid lowered his gaze, staring at her for seconds. “Just sleep. It’s not too late to go tomorrow.”

“No, I’ll go today. A little sleep will be enough,” she insisted, and closed her eyes.

Diarmuid did not try to talk her out of it and he simply helped pull up her blanket. “Okay. I’ll wake you in an hour.”

“Yeah,” Abigail replied, and fell asleep.

An hour later, Abigail woke up without needing Diarmuid to wake her up.

She could not sleep anyway when her missing baby was weighing down on her heart.She got up and changed into fresh clothes.

Diarmuid did not sleep either, and had been making arrangements for a car to Sunny City, as well as arrangements at home, or he would feel too worried to leave.

He and Abigail then said goodbye to everyone before heading out to Sunny City in the night.

Since they went in a MPV, Abigail could lounge comfortably in her seat.

Once they arrived, James had already ‘invited’ Harvey’s son over, and Harvey was already out looking for him.

Diarmuid gave James a look of approval-he certainly moved quickly and they just had to wait for Harvey to come to them now.

“I’ll deal with that. Go catch some sleep again,” Diarmuid told Abigail.

She could not, however-not with a baby with them.

Even if he was not hers, she could not leave him untended-everyone else there was a man who was incapable of caring for infants, not to mention that the baby was innocent of Harvey’s misdeeds.

She sent James to get some necessities and formula milk.

After having two children, she was able to take care of children proficiently.

The baby never cried, and would fall asleep after having his fill of milk, and wake up to feed again later.

While Abigail took care of the baby meticulously, Diarmuid proved not that kind- he was even shooting the baby dirty looks.

Seeing his reaction, James walked up and said, “Mr. Althoff, I left a trail after I took the child. He would definitely be here soon.”

In fact, he had barely finished when they heard a knock on the door.

Abigail carried the baby into the room while James answered the door.

Harvey was yelling the instant the door opened. “What is this, Diarmuid Althoff?! Why did you steal my child?!”

Diarmuid merely remained on the couch, staring coolly at him without a word.

Harvey pushed James out of his way and kept huffing,” Where’s my child?”

Diarmuid ignored him again, so he pressed, “What did I ever do to you?”

Diarmuid finally spoke then. “Don’t you know what you did?”

Harvey actually thought that he hid his trail very well, even spending a fortune to bribe a foreign doctor.

He was also positive that the doctor had gone to another country after performing surgery on Abigail, but Diarmuid had somehow traced it back to him anyway!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it’s the truth that you stole my child,” Harvey said, even showing him the security footage. “You can clearly see James’s face here, or are you refusing to acknowledge he did it? Don’t tell me that he did it on his own accord!”

“Yes, I told him to do it.” Diarmuid looked up, meeting Harvey’s gaze. “And you should know why I did that, don’t you?”

Harvey kept feigning ignorance.

“No, I don’t.”

“Why don’t you try to remember? If you can’t, you won’t be seeing your son for the rest of your life.”

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