Chapter 173 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“That’s going too far.”

Using his own money while cucking him?!

Abigail reared her chin at him. “Yeah. So go on, cheat on me, and I’ll make you the greatest cuck ever-”

“But none of them is as good looking as I am,” he growled, pinning her underneath himself on the bed. Abigail tried to get away from his kisses since it tickled, shoving him. “The sun is still up-”

“Yep,” Diarmuid answered distractedly, but was not inclined to get off her, even undressing her right then.

Abigail panicked and gave in right then, “Fine, my bad. I won’t hook up with other men. You’re the only one. for me…”

Diarmuid leaned in to gently peck her on the lips. “Me too.”

Abigail then became serious. “So, about Kathy York…”

Diarmuid’s expression stiffened.

There was just no end to this! Why did she always have to talk about that woman?! What a killjoy!

He sighed, but he knew that she was not letting it go if he did not offer an explanation, and so told her about his plan.

Abigail stayed silent after a long while after hearing Diarmuid’s story, and said, “You’re so cunning, Diarmuid Althoff.”

Causing rifts between married couples, using people perfectly…

With Quincy now completely focused at work, Greg would be feeling lonely. Sending a woman to him would certainly drive a wedge between him and Quincy!

Once a married couple starts fighting, the entire family would start to fall apart, and Quincy would be overwhelmed since she would have to worry about Light Group.

Should she fail to calmly think things through, things could get nasty. Even if she had always been starting, this could get the better of her.

Still, Abigail felt no sympathy-Diarmuid’s enemies were hers, and she also understood that if Diarmuid was safe, she and her son would be protected.

Leaning on Diarmuid’s chest, she said, “I actually feel guilty that I can’t help you at all.”

“That’s not true. You helped me take care of Tommy and handled Debbie.”

Diarmuid mentioned Debbie on purpose, and that left Diarmuid bristling right then.

“Did I even have to be bothered if you weren’t so lucky with women?” She shot him a glare.

Diarmuid liked that about her, and his smile broadened.

Bzzt-

Abigail’s phone started ringing on the desk, and she picked it up.

“Hello. Is this Ms. Bernstein?”

“Yes?”

“We’re calling to inform you that your resume has passed our initial screening. You may come forward for an interview at 8 a.m. tomorrow if you’re free.”

“Of course. I’ll be there,” Abigail replied excitedly.

She had submitted her resume to many hospitals, and this was the first one to finally respond.

Though she should be helping Diarmuid, she did not want to give up on her career either.

Moreover, she had been idling for too long, and that was no good for a doctor-she should start working again.

Diarmuid reached out to brush a lock of her hair behind her ear, quietly saying, “Just do what you want to.” After all, his plans did not require a woman to sacrifice her career.

His support warmed Abigail’s heart. “Thank you.”

He gathered her into his arms. “We’re married.”

They were married, and it was reasonable that they gave each other their blessings, instead of having one of them make sacrifices.

Abigail then mischievously fiddled with his collar.

Diarmuid was speechless for a moment before he caught her hand. “I thought you’re reluctant since the sun. is still up.”

Abigail rolled her eyes. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m checking your injuries.”

He had such a dirty mind!

However, he could not restrain himself since she took the lead and took off his shirt-he was an ordinary. healthy man and certainly not impotent.

Meanwhile, Greg was boozing at an exclusive nightclub.

It had been days since he saw Quincy, since she was busy with work at Light Group with their son lan, and had no time to care about anything else.

Feeling neglected, he came here to drink his sorrows away.

His eyes seemed to glaze over after a few glasses of whiskey, and he smacked several hundred dollar notes on the bar before wobbling up to his feet.

However, someone came running straight into him at the door.

He was already in a bad mood, and was going to curse at whichever blind fool it was who came crashing into him… only to find a delicate, beautiful maiden in his arms.

Kathy was shaking in fear even as he held her, and looked up at him with innocent eyes, sobbing miserably, “Please, help me… Someone is trying to abduct me.”

“What? Who?” Greg asked even as he quietly sneaked his arms around her-Kathy’s vulnerable look had instantly left his masculine protectiveness flaring.

Quincy might be smart and always kept herself well-groomed, but aging was inevitable and much of her skin had gotten baggy.

Kathy was naturally much different. She was young, exuberant, her skin tender to the touch… and Greg. could feel his juices flowing as he smelled her sweet scent and felt her softness in his arms.

At the same time, Kathy lifted a finger and pointed behind her, where several thuggish men were pointing at Kathy. “You’d better pay up, or it’s the brothel for you.”

Heading that it was just a debt, Greg asked, “How much does she owe you?”

“Two grand,” one of them said.

“Two grand? And you have to chase her around for that much? You boys embarrass your fellow men,” Greg growled, whipping out his checkbook and writing the amount. “Here. Take this and go-don’t bother her again.”

The thugs left right after they got the check-they were just paid actors anyway, pretending to be loan sharks pursuing Kathy for her debt.

Having done what they carne to do, they naturally would not linger.

“Thank you for helping me, sir,” Kathy sobbed then. “They were going to take me to the red light district. and my life would have been ruined… I’ll definitely pay you back when I can.”

“It’s just spare change. It’s fine.”

“No, I must make it up to you,” Kathy said coquettishly. “You saved me. It’s a must.”

Greg could not help chuckling since he thought she was overstating matters.

Smiling mysteriously, he asked, “Well, how will you do that?”

“…”

Kathy’s voice trailed off, and hung her head. “I don’t have any money…”

“Look, I don’t need you to pay me back, but if you feel like you owe me, how about having a couple of drinks with me?”

“Okay,” Kathy replied without hesitation, so Greg led her into the nightclub.

He asked for a private booth seating, and told the attendants to send in bottles of wine.

Although Greg used to be a good drinker, he became tipsy and his head felt like it was spinning after a couple of glasses.

Kathy helped him trudge along, asking, “Where do you live? I can get you home…”

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