Chapter 349 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

They had already returned to the hilltop mansion, so Abigail nodded. “Fine.”

With that, James was sent to get Abigail’s old belongings, while they returned to the mansion.

However, someone bumped into Diarmuid the instant he set foot inside, and he glowered when he saw the unexpected visitor!

Erin was playing hide-and-seek with Tommy, and she inadvertently bumped into Diarmuid.

The sight of his scowl left her heart skipping up to her throat. “I-I’m sorry. That was an accident.”

Abigail quickly put a hand on his arm and smiled. “I brought her here as a guest.”

Diarmuid wheeled on her just then, confused by why she did it.

Abigail simply told Erin to keep playing with Tommy while she dragged Diarmuid further into their room.

“Why the long face?”

Diarmuid simply planted himself on bed and glanced at her sideways. “What, am I supposed to be smiling?”

Abigail sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his, and cajoled, “Calm down. I know you dislike outsiders, but I had considerations when I brought her here. Just think about it: she’s with James now, and they might get married later-the man is your right-hand man, while she’s raised by your mom. There is a connection.”

Putting her head on his shoulder, she added, “I don’t want you to go without a family.”

Diarmuid simply looked at her. “You’re my family, aren’t you?”

While he would yearn for that before, he had a family now with Abigail and their two sons.

Nothing else mattered.

Even so, Abigail protested. “That’s different. Having an aunt would do some good for Tommy. I mean, look-he already has another person to play with. What’s wrong with having another person dote on your son?”

Diarmuid held her gaze for a couple heartbeats. “You and your silver tongue.” Abigail giggled. “Yeah, yeah. Now let’s go-it’s impolite to stay in our room while there’s a guest around.”

As she pulled Diarmuid out, they found Erin sitting tamely on the couch-she had stopped playing with Tommy because she was too wary about Diarmuid, even though Tommy was tugging at her and complaining, “Let’s play…”

Abigail walked up and scooped him up in her arms. “Can I play too?”

“Okay!” Tommy clapped his hands and laughed happily, even drooling just then.

“Oh, you.”

As Abigail wiped his little lips, Erin suddenly got to her feet. “I think I should go…

“Sit,” Abigail said. “You’re having dinner here.”

“But I…”

“James is coming too.”

The doorbell rang as soon as Abigail spoke, and Diarmuid got the door since he was close.

James stood outside, holding a giant paper box, with everything inside stacked so high it would fall over in a split second!

Diarmuid opened his study’s door. “Put it in there for now.”

James did so, but the box tipped over slightly when he put it down, and something dropped off the top.

Diarmuid saw that it was a white notebook with a red umbrella sticker on it— the type that girls used.

He picked it up and opened it right then, and saw that the handwriting was Abigail’s.

It must be the diary she kept during her student years, but just as he was about to put it away, he inadvertently noticed something that gave him pause.

It was a note of how she felt at the time, and the contents left his brow furrowed and his expression darkening.

“Time for dinner,” Abigail called out to him from the door just then, and Diarmuid shut the diary, throwing it with the rest of the pile.

As he turned, he glanced briefly at her face, but he strode out without pause.

Abigail suddenly found the air around him cooling, but did not think much about it.

In fact, he was still scowling during breakfast, saying nothing.

It left Erin shaking in her boots, thinking that it was her fault for upsetting her, and she made a hasty retreat with James once they finished dinner.

Abigail saw them out, smiling at Erin at the door. “It’s just him being him. He never liked talking much.”

“Really?” Erin appeared skeptical.

“Ask James if you want,” Abigail said. “He’s been with Diarmuid longer, and knows him best.”

“Really?” Erin turned to James.

“Yeah,” James replied. “He’s better now, though. He used to be a lot less understanding.”

In fact, Diarmuid had changed drastically after having Abigail.

After sending them off, Abigail headed to the study, intending to tidy her belongings.

She just dropped to a crouch when Diarmuid suddenly arrived at the door, watching her as he asked, “Are those important to you?”

Abigail did not even turn around as she arranged the books in the box.” Some are important, especially the notes. Those might still be useful for me.”

Then, pointing at the stuff she sorted out, she said, “I have to keep these. Can I keep it in your room?”

Diarmuid watched as Abigail put that diary among the stack, whereas Abigail did not see the terrible look on his face just then, even as she continued without knowing, ‘TH take your silence for a yes-don’t worry, though, I won’t take up much space. Maybe four tiles, since I’m dumping the rest.”

Diarmuid said nothing and turned to leave.

After Abigail sorted the books she wanted, she found some of Sheryl’s belongings and took them to her too.

Once they bathed Tommy and changed diapers for the baby, Sheryl reminded her, “It’s time you named junior.”

“I’ll get Diarmuid to actually think of something. I don’t want it to be half-baked like we did with Tommy,” Abigail said.

“Tommy is a nice name, though?” Sheryl said.

“Yeah.” Abigail grinned.

After heading upstairs and taking a shower, she slipped underneath the blanket as she told Diarmuid, “It’s time you named your baby.”

Diarmuid did not answer, almost as if he did not hear her.

Even so, Abigail knew that he was not asleep-usually, he would be clinging to her like a labrador.

But he was not doing that… In fact, he had his back to her.

This was unprecedented.

Was he… angry?

She snuggled up to him from behind, hugging him and coaxing, “Are you still upset about Erin?”

“I’m sleepy,” he growled and pushed her away.

This was the first time he did it, and it left Abigail taken aback.

“Are you tired…?” she asked tentatively.

Diarmuid simply kept his eyes closed to feign sleep.

Abigail lay there, her eyes wide open and unable to fall asleep, glancing at the back of his head from time to time.

She was not that dense-she could tell that he was in a bad mood.

However, she had no idea why.

Rubbing her temples, she told herself that he might just be tired, and she was just being paranoid.She closed her eyes, eventually dozing off and falling asleep, her breathing turning faint and rhythmic soon enough.

Diarmuid sat up right then, and stared at her in disbelief.

She fell asleep? Just like that?! Without trying to appease him or even asking what upset him?!

For some reason, he was getting more frustrated the more he thought about it, especially what she had written in her diary!

He grumpily pulled the blanket to himself and away from him.

Abigail was sleeping soundly and simply curled into herself a little from the cold.

Diarmuid saw that, and could not help returning the blanket, even pulling it over her shoulders as he was worried that she would catch a cold.

He really lacked the spine the more he thought about it.

Why was he getting upset over her when she did not even care?

With that, he kept tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep the whole night while Abigail slept like a log.

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