Chapter 474 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

After all, Abigail was Tommy’s mother.

Moreover, she was already absent when Tommy was a baby, so she should not be absent for her second son as well. Even if she did check on the baby every day, she never really took care of him.

“Thanks, Mom.” Abigail nodded. “You’ve worked so hard.”

She would never have been able to work without Sheryl, and caring for two children in Tommy and the baby must have been difficult.

Abigail understood that, and she was therefore filled with gratitude.

Late at night, Diarmuid had Abigail in his arms when she asked, “Would you miss me, not seeing me for half a month?”

“Yeah,” Diarmuid murmured softly.

She turned and stood on her toes to hug his neck, whispering into his ear, “I don’t believe you.”

Diarmuid held her slender waist and asked, “How shall I prove it to you, then?”

“Hmm…” Abigail mused.

Before she thought of anything, Diarmuid scooped her up in his arms and placed her on the bed.

As her body pressed into the soft mattress, he unbuttoned her pajamas as he kissed her.

She felt a slight chill as her straps dropped off her shoulder, just before his muscular figure pressed down on her and his body’s warmth radiated into her.

His hand seemed to be charged, and she shuddered wherever he charged.

As she panted, he leaned in to whisper into her ear, “Would you miss me?”

His long, chiseled fingers were caressing her thighs, softly and warmly dancing over her skin.

Abigail hid her head against his chest and murmured mildly, “Yeah.”

And with that, all their clothes were on the floor as they tangled with passion.

But at the very last moment, he suddenly stopped and lowered his eyes at her. “Would I hurt you?”

Abigail opened her eyes, seeing the fire in his eyes which he was restraining.

Her mind was a mess as she slowly realized what he was talking about.

Despite it being a special case, she still had a miscarriage, and he was worried about hurting her.

Abigail came to her senses right then—she had been so lost in it that she forgot.

The biochemical pregnancy was no different from a miscarriage, even if it was very brief, and that meant she needed time to recover.

Caressing his cheek, she said, “Yeah.”

Her long black hair was spread over the bed like seaweed, her beautiful face scarlet at the center.

Her lips were pink and her eyes were not fully focused just yet.

That appearance was just so seductive, and it left the imagination running wild.

Diarmuid was gulping.

Abigail could clearly hear Diarmuid panting heavily as he turned and lay down beside her, pulling their blanket over her.

Abigail did not move—she needed time to calm herself down.

It was a while before she did, and she had always been the cool-headed one.

Diarmuid, however, did not share her temperament. He got out of bed, growling, “I need a cold shower.”

“That’s bad,” she said, getting up to put on her clothes.

Then, pouring him a glass of cold water, she said, “Here. Drink.”

Diarmuid stared at Abigail for a while before taking it and having a couple of sips.

“Can’t sleep?” Abigail then asked.

“Yeah, so?” Diarmuid asked.

“We still have time,” she replied. “Let’s go catch a movie with Tommy.”

Diarmuid was not going to fall asleep anytime soon, and that went for her as well.

“Okay,” Diarmuid said, and both of them got up, dressed up casually, and headed downstairs to Tommy.

Their son was just about to go to bed and he blinked in confusion. “Mommy, weren’t you sleeping?”

“Daddy and I will take you to the cinema,” Abigail said as she helped Tommy get dressed. “Do you want to go?”

Tommy nodded repeatedly.

“Yeah,” Tommy exclaimed, his eyes narrowing with his smile. “I’m happy going out with Mommy and Daddy.”

Abigail gave him a peck on his little cheek. “Mommy will have plenty of time to spend with you from now on.”

Tommy blinked, his thick little brows fluttering as he grinned, revealing rows of tiny white teeth.

He happily hugged Abigail’s neck and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and her heart could melt right then.

Hugging Tommy back, she said, “I’ll buy tasty food later.”

Her motherly love was overflowing, and all she wanted was to give him the best of everything.

She led him out of the mansion and got into Diarmuid’s car.

Since Diarmuid was driving, Abigail swiped through movies that were showing at the moment.

There were a couple that caught her eye, though she picked the cartoon for Tommy’s sake.

The reviews were good, and it was said to be good for children.

With that, Abigail bought three tickets, and it was just a while before it showed that they arrived at the cinema.

They had time to buy popcorn and drinks, while Tommy was so excited he was skipping around.

Seeing him being so happy left Abigail smiling too.

Diarmuid placed a hand around her shoulder just then. “Let’s go in!”

They headed to Hall Fourteen, which was not really crowded

They quickly found their seats just as the lights turned off and the movie began playing.

Still, it was over 130 minutes long and Tommy was asleep on Abigail’s lap halfway through, though there was still a happy smile on his tiny, flushed cheeks.

Abigail leaned closer to Diarmuid and whispered, “Should we go home?”

“I’m not feeling drowsy yet. Let’s stay until the movie finishes,” Diarmuid said while taking off his jacket and wrapping it around Tommy.

With that, they continued watching the movie until it ended.

Diarmuid wanted to carry Tommy, who had been putting on weight lately.

Abigail said, “You still have to drive, and you might wake him. I’ll carry him.”

After they returned home, Abigail carried Tommy up to their bed, putting him between her and Diarmuid.

However, Diarmuid was still tossing and turning by midnight, so he got up and walked around the bed to lie down on Abigail’s side of the bed.

“No…” she groaned.

“I know,” Diarmuid said, laying on his side and wrapping his arms around her. “I just wanted to hold you.”

Martin York was watching Lulu Adams as she stared into thin air. “What’s wrong?”

Coming to her senses right then, Lulu shook her head. “Nothing.”

“There’s something on your mind.” Martin, however, was sharp.

It had also been two days since he noticed that she had been getting distracted.

“You can tell me, whatever it is,” he said, putting his arms gently over her shoulder. “You’re due soon, so you shouldn’t be so gloomy. You should tell me, so I can help you with it too.”

Lulu looked up at him just then, hesitating for a while before saying, “I know Ricky Bernstein.”

Caught by surprise, Martin did a double take.

Still, he soon became serious. “How do you know about Ricky Bernstein? Anyway, we’ve already gathered solid evidence on that case. You know how serious it is too, since he’s a murder suspect. You really shouldn’t lose sleep over a person like him even if you were close. He’s not worth it!”

Lulu stared at Martin seriously in return. “He’s Abigail’s stepbrother. I’ve always thought of him as my younger brother too.”

Martin actually frowned at that and sat down.

That was a real shock, but the law had no place for sentiment.

Anyone who committed a crime must bear the consequences, just like how adults should take responsibility for all their actions.

Even so, Martin tried to assure Lulu. “Maybe there’s a mistake. Don’t worry about—just focus on the baby.”

Lulu understood that he wanted to calm her down, and she held his hand, squeezing it. “Try to think of something.”

Martin grinned. “Alright, alright. Just don’t worry too much about it and be happy. Anyway, are you craving anything? I’ll get it for you… Sweet and sour ribs, maybe?”

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