Chapter 356 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Still, Sheryl came out and stopped him. “Where are you going, Ricky? Abigail would love to see you, and it’s time for dinner anyway.

Ricky wiped his lips. “I’m not hungry.”

“You should come in anyway, get that face treated,” Sheryl told him.

Ricky hung his head then and followed Sheryl into the study, where Abigail was waiting!

“Abigail, what happened to Lulu?” Ricky asked.

“I actually called you here about that,” Abigail replied. “She’s amnesiac.”

Ricky was confused. “Why would she be with Zachary Slate if she doesn’t remember anything?”

“Zachary was the one who found her. They were in a relationship before, and he’s divorced now, so it’s natural that they’re together

“Hah!” Ricky snored. “You’re having a laugh, aren’t you? Are you really siding with Zachary?! Did you forget everything he did to her before?!”

“I never forgot, but they were in love, and there’s a foundation in their relationship—”

“Fuck that!” Ricky snapped, furious that Abigail would actually support Lulu’s relationship with Zachary. “You disappoint me. Also, I don’t think I’m up for the position James arranged for me, but thanks for being so kind.”

With that, he stormed off, leaving Abigail frowning in his wake.

“Ricky…”

She tried to give chase, but she still could not look down because she just had reconstructive surgery on her face.

As such, she accidentally bumped into a book rack, knocking that diary to the floor.

When she reached down to pick it up, Diarmuid entered!

Diarmuid glowered immediately at the sight of the diary. He growled coolly, “What are you doing? Feeling nostalgic, or is regret hitting you?”

Abigail was speechless, but since he had been behaving like that recently, she decided to ignore his jibe and said, “Let’s go.”

She reached out, intending to hold on to him as they walked out together, but Diarmuid did not move, acting just like a pouting kid.

As such, Abigail withdrew her hand—she was not thick-skinned enough to have to depend on him on everything and she could walk fine on her own.

She slowly walked, heading outside inch by inch!

Diarmuid actually could not bear to look. “Trying to play the sympathy card, huh?”

Abigail simply ignored him —he was getting neurotic lately, so she did not want to upset him further or argue!

Still, as she stubbornly inched forward, Diarmuid eventually walked over and carried her off.

She pursed her lips. “So? Are you going to tell me what’s gotten into you lately?”

Diarmuid growled grumpily, “Shut up and eat.”

He carried her to the dining room, and put her in her seat.

As Mrs. Watson started serving out the dishes, a pleasant aroma filled the room.

Abigail picked up her fork and knife, feeling hungry just then.

Lulu entered with Zachary just then, having tended to his wounds.

“Get seated already,” James told them.

Zachary smiled. “Sorry for the mess, everyone.”

James chuckled and joked, “It was quite the mess. I mean, laughing at your face would be so satisfying it might actually fill our stomachs.”

“Get out of here,” Zachary pretended to snap at him, though he did not appear upset at all.

“No way—not with the good food here,” James replied as he picked up his knife and fork.

Things were harmonious at the dining table, but when Lulu left for the washroom, James shimmied up to Zachary and whispered, “I think there’s something wrong with Lulu. You need to watch out for her.”

After all, James had seen the look on Lulu’s face when she swung that club at Zachary.

She was obviously aiming for Zachary and not Ricky, not to mention that she meant for it to hurt!

Reasonably speaking, Lulu should be kinder to Zachary after losing her memory, but her face was contorted with spite at the time!

Still, Zachary’s widened—was James not bad-mouthing Lulu there?

“Why?” he asked with an edge in his voice.

James did a double take. He did not expect Zachary to overreact, especially when he meant well!

Zachary even scowled just then. “Are you trying to slander my

Lulu? Just because you’re jealous that I’m happy now?”

James naturally did not want to upset Zachary, so he simply smiled. “Pretend I never said anything.”

Zachary snorted. “I knew you were jealous.”

James simply crunched on his celery, and then said nonchalantly, “

Jealous? I have a babe at home myself.”

“Tut, tut. So you were just running circles around me just to brag about that? You could have started with that. Why go the extra mile?”

James pursed his lips but said nothing.

Lulu returned to Zachary’s side then, asking softly, “Are you finished?”

“Why?” Zachary asked.

“I would like to go back,” she said.

“You’re not going to talk to Abigail about the old times? You used to be best friends.”

Lulu shook her head. “Let’s go home.”

With that, Zachary got to his feet. “I still have something to do, so I’ll be going now.”

Abigail tried to ask Lulu to stay, but Diarmuid stopped her. “See you.”

After Zachary left with Lulu, Abigail asked softly, ”Why did you stop me?”

“You’re still recovering. You should be resting after dinner,” Diarmuid growled with a tone that did not allow refusal. Abigail headed upstairs checking on her children, but she could not fall asleep.

As she tossed and turned in bed, she remembered the diary she knocked over and what Diarmuid said.

Both things somehow seemed connected… could Diarmuid have been behaving weirdly because of that diary?

Turning to look at Diarmuid and seeing that he was sound asleep, she quietly got up and gingerly headed downstairs without turning on the lights.

She walked very slowly and had to lean against the stairs, but she finally arrived at the study and started reading that diary!

After pages and pages of nothing but notes, she froze when she saw the entry about Seth Hedge!

Abigail actually forgot she wrote that down.

Still, as she tried hard to remember, she recalled how she threw a tantrum after an argument with her father Lionel and ran out of the house.

It was raining, and she was soon soaked through.

That was when Seth happened to be returning, and seeing that she was alone, he offered her shelter under his umbrella.

At the time, she thought that she was like a prince who came to her on a white horse—kind and affectionate.

She was just fourteen, the age when teenage hormones started blooming, and she hence wrote down all those fluffy feelings.

Naturally, it was embarrassing just thinking about that now.

To think that she had done something like this!

Still, she now finally understood why Diarmuid was behaving so weirdly and saying that weird stuff.

So this was the root cause… but when did he read it? She then realized that it was in his study anyway, and that he could read it anytime.

Obviously, she should throw it away and then explain everything to Diarmuid. After all, it was just gibberish she wrote at a time when she hardly understood much.

She did not sense a shadow disappearing in a flash outside, and instead slowly walked out.

That was when she heard her second son crying. Not sure if it was hunger or a soiled diaper, she headed over, opening the door to find Shery I already washing the baby’s rump while boiling hot water to make milk.

“Go to bed. I’ll be done soon,” Sheryl told Abigail.

“I’m here already. I can feed him,” Abigail said.

“Okay,” Sheryl said and left to wash the cloth diaper while Abigail fed the baby.

He was asleep soon enough, and Abigail tucked him in his cradle, gently petting his little tummy and somehow falling asleep as well.

When Sheryl returned after cleaning the diapers, she saw that

Abigail was sound asleep, and so, she did not wake Abigail.

Upstairs, Diarmuid was sitting by the bed, the moon illuminating him and leaving a large shadow.

He was the shadow that disappeared in a flash outside the study just now.

When Abigail got out of bed, he realized that she had not been sleeping too.

He pretended not to know and followed her downstairs quietly, just to see what she was up to… and it had to be the diary.

Was it nostalgia? Or regret?

She hated him now, did she not?

She even refused to sleep on the same bed with him now!

He lowered his head and rubbed his temples, feeling utterly powerless for the first time.

Youthful romances were as beautiful as they were unforgettable, were they not?

He was jealous, but there was nothing he could actually do.

It was his fault for being late, after all.

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