Chapter 364 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“What was I like before?” he asked.

Abigail simply pointed at the table instead of continuing the verbal spar.

“Put it in.”

She was about to leave after that when Diarmuid caught her.

“Stay,” he said, and kept a hand around her as he started to open the safe.

Abigail did not look at it since she was just joking—Diarmuid’s fortune was too massive for her to manage.She heard twirling, clicking of gears as the door unlocked and opened.

Abigail saw documents, along with the chest from before.She brought the suitcases over and had to put the jewelry inside since Diarmuid told her to.Still, he stopped her just as she was going to put the bangle in as well.

“Ehe”

Abigail looked at him, puzzled.

“That’s for your mom,” he replied—Sheryl had been helping them with their children all this while, and it was hard on her.

Moreover, Diarmuid did not have any relatives and considered Abigail’s family his now.

Abigail became emotional —he was certainly attentive.

“But isn’t this a little expensive?”

“It’s your mom.”

“Fair enough.Thank you,” Abigail said.

Diarmuid frowned a little.

“Why are you being so courteous?”

Abigail simply smiled and said, “Can I take a look at that?”

She pointed at the chest in the safe. She remembered that he was furious when she touched it at Althoff Manor before and she had never found out what was inside.

Now that they were going to be married, she wanted to know everything about him.

Even so, Diarmuid paused.

The safe had been moved here from the house in Rose Garden and he did not change the contents.

Still, sensing his hesitation, Abigail did not push him.

“I’ll take this to my mom,” she said, waving the bracelet.

When she turned to leave, however, Diarmuid caught her!

As Abigail turned around, she smiled at Diarmuid.

“It’s important to you.I understand.”

“I’m not hiding it from you,” he explained.

“It’s just something pointless…”

“Really?” Abigail asked pointedly—she remembered his horrific outburst because she touched it. Originating from n0v@lbin☆, this material safeguards undisclosed information.

While she did not care about that before, she would be lying if she said the same still applied now.

“You’ve been young before too, Diarmuid.Maybe you had a crush before—”

“Enough.”

He cut her short, frowning slightly just then.

He seemed…angry.

Why? Because she mentioned his unspeakable past? And he still minded it now?

“Do you have another woman in your heart, Diarmuid Althoff?” she asked solemnly.

“No,” he said, denying it.

Abigail was clearly skeptical, however —why else would he be overreacting? Who could it be? What could they have given him that he would care so much about that?

“Well, you know the real answer to that.I wish that we are being honest with each other, and have faith in each other—but if the day comes that I doubt you, know that it is definitely your fault.”

With that, she turned to leave, whereas Diarmuid did not move even after she closed the door behind her.It was not as if he did not understand her, but there were things that could not be given up so easily.

At dinner, Abigail kept her head down in silence and headed to their baby’s room after, sleeping there without leaving.

Diarmuid waited a long time for her and pondered just as long.

Abigail was going to spend the rest of her life with him.He should be honest with her instead of hiding secrets from her, which made her uncomfortable and suspicious.He headed downstairs.

The little yellow nightlight in their baby’s room was lit.

It was not too bright, but he could see from it just fine.

He tiptoed inside toward Abigail and saw that she had her eyes closed.

In reality, she was not asleep, but she closed her eyes when she noticed the door opening—probably to avoid him.

Diarmuid pulled down her blanket, scooping her up in his arms.

Abigail pretended to wake up from the movement.

“Urgh…W-When did you get in here?”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Diarmuid said softly.

“I want to be with our baby…” Diarmuid exposed her right then.

“You’re just giving me the cold treatment.We’re getting married soon and you’re still being childish?”

How unreasonable could he be?! He was the one who was refusing to be honest!

“I know you have someone else in your heart, Diarmuid Althoff.I just don’t want you to regret this.”

Diarmuid frowned.

How did she jump to that conclusion? His voice turned quieter just then.

“You’re getting paranoid.”

“I am, and that’s because you can’t give me your heart.Maybe you do love me, but there’s someone else in a corner there, or am I wrong?”

Abigail could actually understand and accept that, but she also hoped that Diarmuid could come clean like she did with Seth.But Diarmuid had to hide it! Still, as Diarmuid carried her to the study.

She struggled, saying, “Let me go.”

“Don’t move!”

he growled with an edge in his voice, and Abigail turned away, pouting! Putting her on his desk, he opened his safe and brought her that chest.

“Look.”

“Nope.”

Abigail refused.

Diarmuid pulled out a chair to sit opposite her, while she stayed on the table.

After a moment of silence, he said, “I was young before, but I had restraint, not that I have time for flings anyway…

But there’s this memory etched clearly in my memory.See, I was pushed into a pool during my parents funeral—I can’t swim, and I almost died right then.”

“However, someone saved me, and that person dropped this.That’s why I’ll always cherish it—not over some past fling.”

Diarmuid’s mind traveled to the past even as he spoke—he would never forget that day no matter how long had passed since.

On the other hand, Abigail seemed to grow in anticipation as she looked at the chest she was holding, as if realizing something.

She slowly opened it and froze! That was the silver crucifix she lost! She remembered it clearly—her grandfather had given it to her, and she had it on since she was a year old! It was not pure silver either, but almost a dirty hue, and the sculpting of the J-man was absolutely lifelike.

As she picked it up and gripped it in her hands, Diarmuid never noticed that because he was caught in his own reverie.

He was afraid of water a while after that, but he was Diarmuid Althoff —he would conquer any fear and certainly not allow himself to develop any phobia!

“A girl saved you, right? Actually, it was not her.Her grandfather arrived in time too, or she might have drowned together with that boy in that pool.”

Diarmuid looked up, his dark pupils twitching.He was astounded.

How did she know? But just as he was left puzzled, he also remembered that the girl was just as young as he had been—she would never be able to pull him out of the water no matter how good a swimmer she was.

And that was such an intricate detail…

Moreover, he remembered that her grandfather was Henry Althoff’s chauffeur, and his presence was permitted within Althoff Manor.He realized then that Abigail was his savior—she would not have known what had really happened otherwise.

“I was looking for you for so long,” he rasped.

“My grandfather could tell that someone was trying to kill you, but he didn’t want any trouble.That’s why he told me no to say anything and he kept his silence too, even until he died.”

As their eyes met, Abigail smiled.

On the other hand, Diarmuid was left with a messy pile of emotions.He never expected that they were destined to be together so early in their lives.

But he soon rejoiced.

It was her—always had been.

Abigail got off the table then.

Holding the silver crucifix, she said, “I’ll give this to Tommy…Though I don’t think my grandpa ever expected that we would be together.”

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