Chapter 126 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Right after Diarmuid said that, he added, “Not for Tommy–but for me, and only me.”

He was referring to the bond between them.

“Okay,” Abigail murmured softly, leaning downward to wrap her arms around his neck from behind, and nestled her cheek against his.

She loved him, after all–she could get upset if he messed around with other women.

She wanted him, not just so that Tommy had a happy family, but for herself too.

That was when Stan returned.

He was in too much of a hurry to knock, and realized that he had been reckless when he entered and found Abigail having a tender moment with Diarmuid.

Still, just as he was about to close the door, Diarmuid said, “Wait for me at the conference room.”

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied, and closed the door behind him.

Abigail felt a little embarrassed, and released Diarmuid just then.

“Are you going to discuss how to save Tommy?” she asked

“Yeah Stay here if you have nothing else to do,” Diarmuid replied. “I’ll be right back once we’re done talking.” However, Abigail was tugging at her own sleeve as she kept her anxiety in check. She must not cause trouble now because Tommy had been taken away by another Althoff. Diarmuid knew his own family well, and would therefore find a better solution

Not imposing was the only thing she could do right now

“Okay You should go. She worked hard to look relaxed, but her heart was still strung up.

As Diarmuid left, Abigail watched him go, and soon the door closed behind him.

She stopped pretending the instant he was out of sight, her face drooping with worry.

She had acted calm because she did not want to burden Diarmuid

Taking a deep breath to ease her mood, she walked toward the curtain wall, where she could see the city.

It was a bird’s eye view, and one would miss nothing from up there–but she was too distracted to admire the view

Debbie, Diarmuid’s secretary, suddenly entered. ‘Mr Althoff asked me to show you around the office”

It seems that Diarmuid was worried that her mind would go astray if she was left alone in his office, so he told his secretary to take her on a tour around the building

Abigail was not familiar with the place either She would not have cared to learn before, but since taking over Bernstein Holdings following her father’s passing, she started to learn about business, and naturally agreed to another opportunity to add to her experience.

Debbie first showed her around the floor they were on, explaining the layout. “There are just three offices on this floor, along with a conference room that could accommodate over a hundred. My own desk is over there, near the lounge

‘This is a guest room, where some of the other business owners would meet with Mr Althoff

As Abigail looked, she was left thinking that major enterprises were simply different.

In fact, Diarmuid’s office was already much larger than the conference room at Bernstein Holdings. Even the guest room was half the size of that, let alone Light Group’s conference room here.

“Let’s head downstairs,” Debbie said as she pushed the button on the elevator.

Arriving downstairs, she said, “There’s three departments here: our PR department, finance department, and a private team of legal advocates. The PR department is naturally to maintain the company’s reputation, conduct promotional efforts, and resolve any situation that potentially affects our image. I’m sure I don’t have to elaborate about finance, and as for our private legal advocates, they offer legal advice and help handle any legal issues that may arise…”

Abigail nodded–Bernstein Holdings did not have a private team of legal advocates, just a small financial department.

She went with Debbie to take a look.

Upstairs at the meeting room, Diarmuid was alone with Stan as the latter reported, “I’ve found out that lan has been really close with a woman lately. The reason he ran into your grandfather at the hospital was because he was accompanying the woman for a checkup, something he has never done. She is special to him.”

Diarmuid was leaning against his chair, keeping his hands nonchalantly on the table. His wrinkled shirt was a far cry from his usual prim and proper nature, though it seemed to accentuate his attractiveness as a steamy, intense man instead of taking anything away.

“Where’s she from?”

“She’s just an ordinary girl,” Stan replied. “There’s nobody of note in her family-lan is basically her sugar daddy.”

Diarmuid raised a brow. “He still has the money to do that?”

“Greg would. I mean, they’re not penniless, right?” Stan pointed out.

Diarmuid, however, knew lan’s personality.

He was prideful and a wastrel-Greg’s wallet would never have been enough to support his spending.

Moreover, he always considered himself special, and would never stoop so low that he would depend entirely on his family.

Diarmuid suddenly seemed disgruntled even as he looked at Stan. “Were you only looking into his women? Did you check for other sources of income, especially illegal ones?”

Stan did a double take. “Are you saying that… he has other businesses other than the nightclub we shut down?”

Diarmuid appeared solemn. “What else would I be talking about? I want an answer before this evening

With that, he rose to his feet, pausing for a moment when he remembered something “Send me an email -show me what you have on lan’s sugar baby”

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied

Abigail had yet to return when Diarmuid returned to his office, so he sat down before his desk, turned on his laptop, and checked his email.

After scanning through the dossier Stan sent, he became pensive

It appeared that lan had not had any affairs with other women for six months after meeting his latest sugar baby

This was certainly rare-lan’s relationships lasted a month on average, but somehow he was with this one for six.

He could actually be in love, but there was no telling for certain

Meanwhile, Abigail had returned from her tour, and strode in when she saw Diarmuid, asking. ‘Is there a way to save Tommy?”

“Calm down,” Diarmuid said distractedly as he moved the cursor to delete the email, but Abigail vaguely saw that it was a dossier on a woman.

“Who is that?” She asked.

Diarmuid frowned–her eyes were too sharp for her own good ‘A woman

“Who?” Abigail pressed when Diarmuid simply held out a hand to her

Abigail stared at his palm. The lines on it were distinct, and after a moment of hesitation, she put hers on his, and he firmly held on it, gently tugging so that she walked around his desk toward him.

Then, pulling her by her waist, he made her sit on his lap

Abigail was a little uncomfortable since it was a very compromising position, not to mention that they were in his office. How embarrassing would it be if Debbie or his other employees entered and saw them?

She tried to struggle a little, but Diarmuid only held on tighter, even leaning in to whisper beside her ear,” Don’t move.”

He then moved the cursor and clicked on the email. “That is lan’s girlfriend.”

Abigail turned to look at him. “Are we working on her?”

Diarmuid shook his head–even if she was special to lan, there was nothing decisive enough to be used against lan.

However, he could still send a woman to approach her and get some information in turn.

“She and lan are close, so I’m just thinking that approaching her might help us find out where they are keeping Tommy for now.”

“I volunteer,” Abigail offered.

“No,” Diarmuid refused right then. “They know you-don’t forget that their family had a hand in getting us married.”

Abigail blinked. “But I never met them.”

“Yes, but according to my sources, your father did.”

“My father?” Abigail simply presumed that Lionel Bernstein had wanted her to marry Diarmuid for his wealth and connection, and was certainly unaware that lan had a hand in the matter.

In truth, even Diarmuid had no idea that Lionel had a deal with lan’s family, but Stan looked into the matter and found out that they made contact-even though Lionel had passed away since.

“That doesn’t matter now,” he said as he tightened his embrace on her. “I’m thankful that they brought you to me.”

Abigail flushed-though Diarmuid’s words were not cringeworthy, she still felt a little embarrassed…

And a little happy, too.

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