Chapter 382 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Abigail pulled her hands out from his.

“Where have you been the last few days?”

“I was busy with work— “

Abigail cut him short before he could finish.

“Fine, I get it, I understand.You’re a busy man—I’m fine, I’m very fine.Now, let’s go home!”

With that, she shut the door in his face, leaving him frowning! Anyone could tell that she was upset, and very much so! Still, he opened the door again…

The only thing Diarmuid could come up with was that he had upset Abigail.

But when he thought about it, he did not do anything that would make her unhappy, did he? “Did I upset you?”

Abigail had calmed down in turn, and realized that she made a mistake—she should not have taken it out on Diarmuid.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized.

“It’s alright,” he replied.

Abigail was quiet for a moment, before she murmured while her lips quivered, “Shouldn’t you be saying that we don’t have to apologize to each other?”

Diarmuid chuckled.

“We should always apologize when we’re at fault, or we’d start tantrums on a whim.”

He actually did not want to be cagey or too polite, because it meant that they were distant —that their feelings for each other were getting bland.

And he did not want that! Even so, Abigail was feeling miserable after what happened, and right now, he should be doing his best to ease her mind.

He was certainly not that magnanimous, but he simply understood that what happened was not her fault, but because Harvey was heinous! If he wanted things to change back to before with Abigail, she needed time, and he had to be stern with her as well.

It was precisely in such a situation that he should not pamper her too much, because it would just remind her of what happened.

Abigail clenched her hand just then.

“I have a question for you, Diarmuid, and you must be honest…Were you away from home because you didn’t want to see me—”

“What are you talking about?”

Diarmuid cut her short before she could finish, and his tone was serious.

“Were you upset over that?”

Abigail lowered her eyes in silence—a quiet admission.

Diarmuid had to clear her concerns, and was therefore honest.

“I was in Sunny City.”

That alone was enough for Abigail to understand.

If he was there, it must have something to do with Harvey.He just did not mention Harvey outright in consideration of her feelings.

Abigail suddenly felt guilty that she would think harshly of him before.

In fact, when he proved that he did not leave because he grew averse to her, it just went to show that she was the petty one! Diarmuid’s words had always made his stance clear, just as it made clear how he felt about her now.

“Come on.Let’s get you checked,”

Diarmuid said just then without any sort of coercion in his tone.

Now that they cleared the air, Abigail knew that she was the unreasonable one if she kept throwing a fit.

As such, she alighted on her own, pursing her lips because she was embarrassed by her own behavior.

Diarmuid was going to help hold her up, but she pulled out her arm.

“I’m fine on my own.”

Even if they cleared the air, she was unable to get intimate with Diarmuid like before—she was inwardly averse, even holding disdain toward herself.

If Diarmuid touched her, she would feel as if she would pass her filth to him.

She hence came clean.

“I shouldn’t have fought you, and I get it— it is perfectly reasonable even if you didn’t go to Sunny City, and needed time away to gather your thoughts.”

She pursed her lips bitterly.

“I feel conflicted, and we both need time to get our mind straight about this.But you really didn’t need time away from me…whereas I was upset with you in this little corner of my heart, that you felt disdain for me when I thought you were staying away to gather your thoughts.”

Diarmuid stopped in his tracks, intent on telling her that he did not feel any disdain.

However, he could not deny that he was traumatized.

Bzzt…

Abigail’s phone was suddenly vibrating, and she whipped out her phone, her fingers inadvertently brushing her phone screen and answering the call.

It was an unfamiliar voice.

“Let’s meet up, Abigail!”

Diarmuid looked up, as if to ask who it was.

Abigail shook her head— she did not recognize the number or the voice.

Diarmuid pressed the button for the speaker and asked, “Who are you?”

Beep, beep…

The caller hung up right then, seemingly because they could not hear Abigail’s voice.

Abigail frowned.

“Who could it be?”

Diarmuid shook his head.

“I have no idea.”

In truth, he had a hunch that it was Harvey, who was on the run, calling with a voice-changing application.

Noting the number, he sent it to James and had him look into it.

“It’s just the emergency room available at this hour, right?” he then asked.

“Yeah,” Abigail replied, nodding —she was actually fine, and a little hot soup would be enough for her to feel better.

Still, she got checked anyway.

Afterwards, her doctor told her that he could prescribe her painkillers if she could not stand the pain.

Knowing the serious side effects, and that it cured the symptom but not the cause, she refused, and left the clinic.It was always up to oneself to take care of their own stomach, after all.

“What did the doctor say?” Diarmuid asked.

“Just some food would do me good,” she replied.

Diarmuid wondered if there would be any restaurants open this late, but Abigail said, “I can just make some stew.”

“I’ll call Mrs.Watson and have her cook you something.You would be able to eat once you reach home,” he said, and called home.

While he was calling Mrs.Watson, Abigail stopped in her tracks.

Turning around, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Abigail gestured for him to look ahead, and he did, to see Moneypenny standing there, holding a large bag of medication.

Moneypenny paused for a moment when he saw them as well, perhaps not expecting to see them at this hour.He greeted them first.

“Master Ian, Madam Abigail.”

Diarmuid ignored him, and did not ask what medication he was carrying.

It was obvious that Henry Althoff was sick, and Moneypenny showed up there because of him.

And Diarmuid did not want to ask!

“Let’s go,” he said, taking Abigail’s hand, walking so quickly just then it was obvious they were avoiding Moneypenny.

That was when Moneypenny called out from behind.

“Master Diarmuid, Master Althoff’s condition is really serious.Are you really not going to visit at all?”

Even so, Diarmuid did not stop at all, but Abigail glanced sideways to see the twitch in his cheek.He must feel conflicted! Even if he refused to admit it, there was no changing the fact that Henry was his family, and the Althoffs’ blood flowed in his veins.

Still, Abigail simply watched him silently —silence must be preferable for him right now.

Mrs.Watson’s soup was not actually ready when they returned home, and Abigail checked on the children while she waited.

Both were sleeping soundly.

It was 3 AM by the time she finished her soup and went upstairs.

Diarmuid was standing out at the balcony, his thoughts unfathomable.

She walked up to his side.

The moon was bright that night, with stars filling the skies.

Diarmuid turned around.

“Time to sleep.”

Abigail nodded.

“Yeah.It’s late.”

She was still sleeping on the couch, not sharing the bed with Diarmuid.

Knowing her intention, Diarmuid did not force her, and simply said, “I’ll take the couch next time.”

“It’s too small for you, but just right for me,” Abigail replied.

“You’d just make yourself uncomfortable.”

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