Chapter 270 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

It was fine if she cursed him, but not his family.

“Hit me if you dare.”

Erin suddenly dropped to the floor, her hair a mess.She was certainly in a sorry state especially with her stink of alcohol.

Still, James merely rolled up his sleeve to check the teeth marks she left on his hand.

“Unbelievable.”

After checking out from the front desk, he was about to leave when Erin wrapped herself around his legs.

“It’s all your fault.Don’t even think about getting away.”

James looked down at her, wondering if there was something wrong with her.

Why else would she be so incoherent? Nothing she said made sense at all! He firmly pried her hands off and hurried to the entrance.He paused for a moment as he reached the door and saw that Erin was still sitting on the floor, crying.He hesitated for a while if he should do something, even as the people walking past the lobby all pointed and gestured at her.

Then, a man approached her, seemingly finding her good looking and trying to chat her up.

Worried that she would be taken advantage of, he returned to chase the man off before asking the front desk receptionist, “Is her room ready?”

“Yes, sir”‘ the receptionist replied and handed him the room card.

James took it and scooped Erin up in his arms.

“I’m just doing this because you’re Mr.Althoffs’s sister.”

Erin bawled even harder at that, leaving James speechless.

“Boo hoo…”

“Quit it!”

Anyone who did not know would think that he was bullying her.

“But I’m not Diarmuid Althoff’s sister…I’m not even my parents’ daughter! I was adopted!”

She had eavesdropped on Diarmuid and Mick’s conversation.She was hoping that her father could find out where her mother was buried, only to find out that she was adopted.She was not Layla or Mick’s daughter, let alone Diarmuid’s half-sister.She was nothing but an abandoned orphan, who was lucky enough to be adopted by Mick and Layla! It was such a bombshell she could not accept at all! “Do you understand how I feel?”

Her eyes were red as her tears gushed.

James was actually surprised—but now that he looked closer at her, she did not resemble Yvaine Lynd or Mick at all.She believed herself a rich daughter, and yet…

Still, James said, “I know how you feel.”

“No, you don’t.”

She sobbed.

James opened the door and put her on the bed.

“You may be adopted, but Mick has been great to you.There’s no need to get so upset—”

“My family isn’t my family.Do you know how that feels?!”

Erin glared at James with beady eyes.

James sighed and put her to bed.

“Just sleep.You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

Being connected by blood did not matter anyway— it was the heart that counted.

“Don’t go.”

Erin suddenly caught him by the wrist just as he tried to leave, pouting.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“No, I have to go back to Zidonia,”

James protested.

“I don’t have the time—”

Before he could finish, Erin suddenly threw her hands around his neck and pressed her lips against his! James froze, the kiss having caught him completely by surprise.

Her lips were soft, but she was clearly inexperienced—she was basically biting.

“y-You’re drunk,”

James snapped and pushed her away.

“You’re not getting away,”

Erin retorted as she grabbed him by the collar and lunged at him again.She could not care less just then—all she wanted was someone to stay by her side.She had a nice figure and her skin was very fair.

As she threw herself against James, her ample bosom pressed against him, leaving him antsy.

“If you keep doing this, I won’t be able to stop myself.Don’t blame me for what follows…”

Despite what he said, she had already wrapped her legs around his waist.

How could he even resist?

Perhaps Erin was really drunk—or just trying to vent the grief from learning of her true roots—but she was not backing down at all.

James was panting as she clung on to him, but he was still rational, and thus hesitant to take things to the next level.

His eyes a little red, he growled, “Do you consent?”

He had already torn open her blouse.

Even so, Erin was still latched to him.

There was no telling if she heard him or if she was just sick from all the alcohol, but she pressed her face against his chest and moaned, “Uh-hmm…”

Her response was no different from throwing oil to fire.

Unable to stop himself, James pinned her beneath himself…

An hour later, James got dressed and strode outside—there was just ten minutes until his flight, and he was late although he drove at top speed to the airport.

Diarmuid was already waiting when he hurried into the plane and almost lost his patience.

“I was held up…”

James tried to explain.

Still, as Diarmuid looked up, he saw that James’s collar was wrinkled and wide open, and the hickey on his neck was as clear as it was fresh.

Anyone experienced enough would know how that happened, and Diarmuid calmly turned away.

“When did it start?”

“Eh?”

James blinked.

When did what start? He then seemed to understand and straightened his collar.

“…It’s not like that.”

He himself was surprised.He would not be messing around if she really was Diarmuid’s half- sister.

Now that it was no concern…

If anything, it just amounted to a fling anyway.

As a fellow man who could understand, Diarmuid said nothing in response and directed the pilots to take off.

When Diarmuid reached home, he found Tommy playing in the living room.

All the furniture there had been covered in soft latex so that the baby would not hurt himself if he knocked into it.

He was standing barefooted on the carpet, playing with a toy dog and mumbling, “Pah-pah…Pah- pah…”

Diarmuid was at the doorway when he heard his son.

His eyes darkened as he walked toward Tommy, and he called out softly, “Tommy.”

Tommy turned around, the toy still in his hand, but quickly threw it away when he saw that it was Diarmuid, and ran toward him.

“Pah- pah…”

Tommy was walking steadily now and did not need assistance, and his vocabulary had increased as well, to include words like eat, sleep, and the like.

As Diarmuid scooped him up in his arms, he grinned, baring a row of little white teeth before rubbing his head against Diarmuid’s chest.

“welcome home,”

Sheryl Harris arrived in the living room, having heard him return.

“I’ll get a bath ready —dinner will be ready soon.

“Okay,” Diarmuid said.

“Has Tommy been good?”

Sheryl lowered her gaze.

“Very.”

However, the baby had been calling ‘Mah-mah’, be it when he was asleep or in Sheryl’s arms.

She avoided telling Diarmuid, however, so that no one would feel miserable.

Still, Diarmuid seemed to pick up on it.

Changing the subject, he said, “I’ve bought a place in Franconia.We can move there once it’s finished.”

“We’re moving abroad?”

Sheryl exclaimed in surprise—she did not know the language and would definitely not get used to life over there.

“I’ll arrange for other servants.You just have to take care of Tommy over there.”

Diarmuid had found that there was no one as diligent in caring for Tommy as Tommy’s own grandmother, and he could have ease of mind as he left Tommy at home.

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