Chapter 241 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Abigail was scowling further after he did-Diarmuid would save her just to save face?

“You’re wrong. He won’t do anything so impractical when he has so little to gain. You really should give up already.”

lan suddenly chuckled. “Why don’t we make a bet?”

“What?” Abigail stared at him warily.

lan said, “Let’s bet if Diarmuid is going to come to bail you out. I’ll release you, your mother, and your child if you win, and you’re mine if you lose.”

It was not as if he was actually interested in Abigail-he just wanted to possess her because she was once Diarmuid’s.

If she really became his, it would be a slap in the face for Diarmuid.

It would be sheer infamy!

Naturally, Abigail was not going to play along. “You’re a nutjob!”

lan’s face fell and he grabbed her by the chin. “I hate it when people badmouth me!”

Even so, Abigail met his sinister gaze without flinching. “You kidnapped women and a baby for this? Even if you win, you’re still a loser. Also, I’d rather die than suffer the likes of you.”

lan’s eyes turned scarlet right then. “So this is why Diarmuid keeps you around… You have heart.”

A woman who had none would already be crying a river now-it seems that Diarmuid did not fall for her beauty.

He was almost impressed!

“Well, let’s see how long you can keep barking,” he growled as he shoved her. “Get out of the car.”

Abigail was just thinking that she wanted to get away from lan.

Even though her chin was red from his grip, she endured it without complaint-she would not give him the satisfaction.

As she stood beside the car and a breeze ruffled her hair, she soon gaped in horror as lan took out an explosive vest from the car trunk and walked up to her.

“What are you doing?!”

Seeing the fear in her eyes left lan in a good mood, and he ‘patiently’ explained, “It took me some effort to get my hands on this. See here? It’s attached with as many explosives as possible, and this is the detonator. Do you know who usually uses these?”

Abigail, however, was backing away-she had no interest in what lan was saying, and all she wanted was to stay away from that thing.

lan simply gestured for his goons to restrain her and continued his lecture. “This thing is called an explosive vest. Again, do you know who usually uses these?”

Abigail’s face was contorted in rage-she really wanted to spit in his face.

lan ignored her reaction and simply continued, “It’s terrorists. They put this on and blow themselves up with the people they want dead. So, put it on-it would definitely look good on you.”

As he walked up to Abigail with the explosive vest, the two burly men restraining her held her in place, preventing any resistance.

She was not going to get out of this even if she could move anyway.

lan then put the explosive vest on her, while he took the detonator, smiling darkly. “One gentle push, and boom… You’re in pieces.”

He then sighed. “It’s your fault for refusing me. I have to control you like this now.”

His phone began to ring then, and he answered it with threat and authority, “You’d better come alone, or Abigail will rest in pieces!”

He then put it away and laughed smugly in Abigail’s face. “It seems that he still cares about you.”

Abigail merely glared at him in silence, while lan continued, “The more he cares, the further I control him… Not only would I make him surrender Remy, but I’ll avenge my mother too.”

Abigail clenched her hands. She did not want Diarmuid to come-he would lose because lan was clearly prepared.

All she dared hope for was for him to save Tommy and Sheryl.

And yet, a huge black SUV drove up to them, stopping by the road.

The door soon opened and a towering figure alighted!

Abigail turned to find a silhouette standing there, but she knew right away that it was him.

She had felt no fear even as she confronted lan, but now that he was here, she became fearful that he had fallen victim to lan’s devious nature.

lan had her life and Tommy’s life in his hands, and the leverage would keep Diarmuid’s hands tied.

“Oh, he’s here. See?” lan laughed in delight–he was one–upping Diarmuid for once!

Nonetheless, Diarmuid walked steadily with composure, not at all flustered despite present circumstances.

There was a brief look of pain and worry in his eyes as he glanced at Abigail before he turned back toward lan with an impassive look. “Here. What you asked for.”

lan, however, was actually scared of Diarmuid, and told one of his goons to get it instead of taking it himself. When the goon appeared hesitant, he kicked the goon on his bottom. “Go!”

As the goon walked toward Diarmuid with apprehension, lan said, “I knew it–you care about this woman, and are willing to give up Remy for her!”

In reality, lan had actually felt uncertain when he made the bet with Abigail. After all, giving away Remy for one woman was outrageous.

Naturally, he was now even more bent on holding Abigail hostage–even though he had already put that explosive vest on her, he directed two more goons to hold her arms, stopping her from moving.

“Care? I’m just doing this because she is the mother of my son, and I’d rather not be seen as heartless,” Diarmuid said without looking at Abigail.

After all, he was just pretending not to care.

On the other hand, Abigail became uneasy and spaced out.

‘I’m just doing this because she is the mother of my son‘ seemed to echo in her mind.

He was just being nice because she was Tommy’s mother? Charity given to her for Tommy’s sake?

Turning toward Diarmuid, she murmured, “Y–You never loved me at all?”

Diarmuid’s fingers clenched when he saw that she was uneasy. “Does that matter? We have a son.”

He was worried that lan would hurt her if he acted overly concerned about her, especially when she was strapped to explosives.

Urgh-

Abigail’s face turned as white as a sheet, and she wanted to throw up right then.

She had presumed that they loved each other, and that they were just a little estranged recently because of Yvaine’s death–that he actually cared, but needed time.

Therefore, hearing him saying now that he only cared because of Tommy tore her heart.

Would he be even nicer if she told him now that she was pregnant too? That they would have a second child?

But the love she thought they had was just a joke!

At the same time, Diarmuid’s phone vibrated in his hand. He did not check it, however, and merely kept holding on to it and counting the number of times it was vibrating-three times were the agreed signal from James and Stan if they found Tommy and Sheryl, while once would mean that they had yet to reach them.

And now, it vibrated three times before stopping.

Diarmuid did not relax at all, however, because Abigail was in grave danger. Glancing at his own SUV without being noticed, he continued, “You have it now. Let her go.”

“No, what I say goes around here.” lan laughed in disdain. “Do you see the explosives on her? One press on the trigger, and she’ll be blown into pieces. Did you really think I’d let her off that easily? When did you become so naive, Diarmuid Althoff?”

Walking up to Abigail with his eyes still fixed on Diarmuid, he said, “You destroyed my family. I’m just repaying the favor.”

Abigail’s eyes then widened, her thick eyelashes then dampened.

She looked upon Diarmuid with fondness, a reluctance to part, and clear misery.

Then, she murmured with a quiver in her voice. “Tommy is your son. You must save him, and take good care of him…”

Diarmuid frowned and growled sternly, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Diarmuid noticed that Abigail was going to make a move.

And just as he spoke, Abigail somehow managed to shake off the two goons restraining her and started running toward the river!

Diarmuid’s face fell and he gave chase right then.

He managed to catch her by the wrist and firmly pulled. As she fell into his arms, he quietly told him, “Just stop…”

Abigail shook her head in despair. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

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