Chapter 283 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

On the other hand, Abigail was left pondering.

Lulu would never run away from a crisis.

But what if she did not run away? If so, why did she go missing? She gaped as an idea came to her then.

“This is bad!”

Ricky asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Lulu would never run away, and the fact that she’s missing might be proof enough that she’s being held against her will…or hurt!”

Abigail suspected that Lulu’s disappearance was connected to the Slates and the Lindts, especially since Ember was no angel! Lulu was alone.

If she really was captured or hurt…

Abigail did not even want to think about it, even as her chest felt stuffy from worry.

What should they do? Diarmuid agreed with Abigail—an adult would not go missing for no reason.

It could only mean that she was hurt or held against her will.

Still, he patted Abigail gently on the back “Calm down.I’ll help you look.”

When Abigail looked up at him, her eyes were basically saying, ‘Why did you not get involved earlier?”

However, she could not fault him because he had no obligation to do so, but she felt flustered at the thought that Lulu might be in danger.

As she lost her cool, Ricky could see the question in her eyes and complained right away, “I tried to consult Mr.Althoff here, but he refused to see me.”

To him, Diarmuid was no longer his brother-in-law—just ‘Mr.Althoff’.

It just showed what he thought of Diarmuid now.

Left speechless for a while, Diarmuid finally began.

“Abigail…”

“I know.”

Abigail beat him to it.

“This isn’t your fault.”

She only had herself to blame for leaving over a misunderstanding in her relationship.

If she had still been around, Lulu could have asked her, and things would not be this mad.Her thoughts were a mess and she needed time to calm down.

Still, she had to start somewhere.

“Ricky, no more drinking.

Pull yourself together now—I might need your help soon.”

“Sure.”

Ricky nodded.

Abigail still could not calm down on the way home.

She told Diarmuid, “Did you know that Ember Lindt was the one behind those slanderous banners at her own wedding?”

She paused for a moment as her tone soon turned into one of contempt.

“No one would ever suspect her when she’s the bride, but the same can’t be said of Lulu.

She’d be prime suspect as Zachary’s ex—even without evidence, everyone can easily be convinced that she got jealous and tried to sabotage their wedding.

“You don’t have to dwell on it.”

Diarmuid reached out a hand to hold hers, his thumb brushing over her skin.

“Ember is the key.”

His words jolted her, as if waking her from a dream!

“It must be her!”

Abigail exclaimed, seemingly coming to an understanding right then.

“Ember must’ve been jealous of Lulu and Zachary, and framed Lulu so that she appeared to be the culprit for her miscarriage.That way, Zachary would misunderstand Lulu, and then she would have no trouble hurrying Lulu!”

It was not as if Abigail wanted to think the worst of Ember, but seeing one of her vile deeds was enough for her to lump Ember with every villain she knew.

And the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it must be true.

Diarmuid, however, only found the whole thing a pain and asked earnestly, “Abigail, you’re pregnant.Could you not get so obsessed over this?”

Tren‘s eyes welled with tears.

“But Lulu is my best friend.”

How could she not care?

“This isn’t as difficult as it looks.Just leave it to me,” Diarmuid told her.

Abigail looked at him then and pursed her lips.

“Thank you.”

Diarmuid was once again speechless and heaved a sigh, though he did not insist that she did not have to thank him.

It seems that she had trouble getting into the role of his wife, and it was perhaps time to give her a sense of belonging.

While the thought crossed Diarmuid’s mind, the baby in Abigail’s belly kicked, perhaps sensing their mother’s restlessness.

She leaned against her seat and spread her palms over her belly.

Thinking that she was feeling uncomfortable, Diarmuid asked worriedly, “What’s wrong?”

Abigail took his hand and put it on her belly too.

Seemingly sensing their father, the baby kicked as hard as it could, hitting Diarmuid squarely on the palm.

He stiffened—this was not the first time he was going to be a dad, but it was the first time he felt a baby kick.

Excited, he moved the car to the curb, intending on stopping to get a proper feel…

when the car behind cut across his and blocked him right then! Diarmuid had to jam his foot on the brakes, and Abigail’s head almost hit the windshield from inertia.

“Are you alright?”

Diarmuid checked on her immediately.

Abigail was startled, but recovered soon enough and said, “I’m alright.”

Someone got out of the other car just then and when Diarmuid looked up to see who it was, his face darkened!

Diarmuid did not even have time to flip out when Harvey Gooding came bounding at them, yelling, “Abigail Bernstein!”

He was barely finished with the damage control of Diarmuid’s staged scandal and was going to look for Abigail when he found out that she reconciled with Diarmuid.

Were they working together to mess with him? Abigail even insisted that Diarmuid no longer loved her, so why did they kiss and make up?! “You’d better explain yourself, Abigail!”

Harvey cried out in grief as if he was betrayed.

Abigail was actually confused why Harvey was losing his temper at her, and asked tentatively, “What do I have to explain? Do I owe you something?”

Harvey did a double take, because she did not.

“You asked me to hide your identity from Diarmuid and I did it.Why are you with him now? Or does what you said not count?”

Harvey had wanted to win Abigail over while she had that misunderstanding with Diarmuid, so that he could steal Diarmuid’s woman and child.

And yet…

How could he not be upset when his perfect plan had fallen to pieces? “T found her, or do you have something to say about that?”

Diarmuid alighted just then and leveled a sharp look at Harvey.

If he had known that Harvey helped hide Abigail’s identity in Minerva from him, he would have simply castrated the latter instead of arranging for his well-publicized tryst with an ugly woman.

However, Harvey was not about to be cowed in front of Abigail.

Rearing his chin, he shot back, “I protest! She’s not yours, and I can talk to her if I want!”

Diarmuid laughed beside himself.

“If she’s not mine, whose is she? Yours?”

His voice was cold and sharp.

“Sure, she’s had children with you, but how many really know that she’s your wife?”

Harvey demanded.

“Do you have a proper marriage certificate? Was there a wedding? Wedding photos? Or wedding photos on the cert? Did you even take oaths at the altar?”

His questions left Diarmuid’s face darkening, as if a storm was building up over his sharp visage.

But Harvey’s words struck him where it hurt and he had no way to retort.

How could he not be furious, even though most of his rage was aimed at himself? He was the one who failed to give Abigail a legitimate position and Harvey almost could not be blamed for being snide, just as it was the reason why Harvey dared to provoke him so openly.

In fact, the way Abigail thanked him made him painfully aware that their relationship was opaque.

Would married couples be so polite with each other? It was obvious that Abigail was uncertain about their relationship and he had a pressing need to tell everyone that she was his wife.

On the other hand, Harvey realized that he managed to get one over Diarmuid for once.

Seeing that he was not retorting, he became even more smug.

“Yes, I’m wooing Abigail, but I’m breaking no laws! Isn’t that so?”

Diarmuid did owe Abigail, but he was not without tempers.He laughed coolly.

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