Chapter 25 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Diarmuid was surprised. Was Abigail not a doctor? How did she suddenly become a dance instructor?

“Yes. Would you like to see her dance?” Mark smiled.

Diarmuid wiped his fingers with a napkin then. His hands were not dirty, but he was simply uncomfortable.

Then, he rose to his feet and said, “I would prefer a personal performance.”

With that, he pulled Abigail along by the wrist and told Stan, “You‘re in charge now.”

Mark quickly asked, “What about the investment…?”

Diarmuid had already looked into Mark‘s research results and was willing to invest before.

Now, however…

“That depends on Ms. Bernstein here,” he replied with a meaningful smile.

Mark had more to say, but Stan stopped him.

“Shall we continue, Mr. Wickers?”

He certainly knew what his boss was thinking, after working as his assistant for a while now.

After they left the private room, Diarmuid pulled Abigail along and left the diner, before shoving her into his car. “I’ve really underestimated you, Abigail. How much lower can you sink?!”

To think that he felt intoxicated with her that night…

In truth, his will and emotions had never been so warped and captivated by a woman to the point that his heart and mind were affected.

He felt indignant that something that crushed his rationality so resoundingly would happen.

He had never been this weak, nor been so afraid to face a person!

Diarmuid refrained from returning to the mansion because he did not want a repeat of that night.

Even so, she had to show up in front of him again, and in this state!

Her makeup and devilish fashion to curry a man‘s favor left him wanting to strangle her.

If he was not the one who came today, she was going to be flirting with some other man, was she not?

His ire burgeoning, inconsolable rage rushed up his brain and stopped him from thinking.

All he wanted was to possess her!

He hence moved so quickly that, before Abigail caught his intention or realized what was happening, he had already jammed his lips against hers.

“Oof_”

She tried to struggle, but as soon as her hands moved, he caught them and pinned them above her head, locking her against her seat.

The kiss was brutish and invasive. Devoid of tenderness, it was more akin to a punishment–an expression of desire and possessiveness!

Her lips were soft and had a sweetness like no other.

Feeling a strong sense of familiarity , Diarmuid‘s lust flared.

On the other hand, Abigail was trembling in pain, but she had to take it since she could not resist.

Minutes later, when Diarmuid came to his senses and slowly pulled away, he looked between her tearful eyes and her scarlet lips that still bore the markings of his violence. His Adam‘s apple bobbing, he growled hoarsely, “As long as we’re married, you‘re not allowed to leave the house and flirt with other men. Do you hear me?!” Abigail‘s heart was pounding. Her eyes welled with so much tears that her eyelashes caught some. Who did he think he was? Was she really that easily bullied?

Glaring at him furiously, she snapped, “Diarmuid, you‘re the one who denied me the chance to work at Central Hospital, and you made me lose my job! I‘m just human I still have to make a living! Not letting me out of the house? Are you going to pay everything for me now?!”

Diarmuid‘s heart skipped a beat. “Central Hospital?”

Abigail pushed him away. “Stop pretending ! You told Dr. King to give the internship to Whitney Cox!”

“I didn‘t…” Diarmuid began, but soon realized that he did tell the chief of Charity Hospital to ‘take good care of

Whitney.

In other words, Whitney only got the internship because of Diarmuid‘s influence!

Meanwhile, Abigail snarled through gritted teeth, “Not only are you denying me my dream, but you‘ve also taken away the career I‘d worked so hard for! I hate you!”

Sitting up, she pushed him away and managed to catch him by surprise, knocking him backward and leaving him a little ragged.

Abigail tried to stride away, but she was not used to heels, which she had worn to match her dress.

Walking a little too quickly, she inadvertently sprained her foot.

Diarmuid reacted quickly, darting forward to catch her, and she landed softly in his arms, leaving his heart fluttering.

Her waist was just so soft, and it felt like it would snap if he was a little forceful.

Slapping him, Abigail cried, “Let go!”

Diarmuid ignored her struggling and simply scooped her up in his arms, then threw her back into his car, growling,” Stop it!”

Nonetheless, there was no edge in his voice — he actually sounded more patient, as if trying to soothe her.

Even so, Abigail was utterly wounded. “What do you want from me? You want me dead, don‘t you?”

Diarmuid turned his back on her then, so that she did not see that he was losing his composure.

“It‘s your fault for not listening.”

Abigail laughed despite herself. He was pushing her over the brink, and now she was the one at fault?

This was outrageous!

“I want a divorce!” she bellowed, not caring about the agreement she had signed with Henry.

All she wanted right now was to get away from him, or she would really end up dead!

Be that as it may, her words somehow left him angry.

As he turned toward her again, his usual apathy returned, and his glare was sharp, like a tiger leering at its prey.” Don‘t forget that you had an agreement with my grandfather. What are you going to insist on a divorce and break that agreement?”

Whitney had just happened to step out of the diner when she heard Diarmuid‘s voice.

She looked up, and her eyes widened as she found Abigail in Diarmuid’s car!

 Why would Abigail and Diarmuid be talking to each other, and did she really just hear Diarmuid mentioning a divorce? What was going on?

Whitney sneaked up, intent on eavesdropping for an answer!

Meanwhile, Abigail hung her head, sullen as a toad-this was going to be the hardest decision she had ever made.

If she left right now, she would be breaking her promise to Henry, who had basically rescued her mother and paid for her surgery. She owed him, and she would be an ingrate if she left Diarmuid.

It left her in a dilemma, but she suddenly looked up. “Weren’t you eager for a divorce? Why are you refusing now that I want one? You didn’t fall for me, did you?”

Diarmuid froze for a moment, but he soon started laughing icily. “Oh, I just want to keep you around and make you suffer! Fall for you? Dream on!” Abigail bit her lip, realizing how terrible the man before her was! He would do anything just to torment her, including using their marriage as a tool! He was truly rotten to the core!

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