Chapter 308 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

One of the bodyguards snarled then, “You have a place to meet, don’t you?!’

The street thug nodded. “Yeah.’

The bodyguard turned toward Abigail. “We will head over right now-we might reach them in time.”

Abigail nodded. “Yeah.”

With that, the bodyguards shoved the street thug into the car and drove off.

Sheryl walked up to Abigail then, having seen them.

‘Who were those people?” she asked.

Abigail smiled. “The protection detail Diarmuid arranged.”

“Are there bad people after US?” Sheryl asked.

“No,” Abigail replied-it was not the truth, but she did not want Sheryl to worry.

Moreover, she had no idea who sent that street thug or why they wanted her followed.

She held out her arms to Tommy, who held out his arms at her in return. Perhaps blood does run thicker than water.

Abigail was certainly very happy and carried Tommy back to their apartment.

Sheryl then told her, “We have a dog now, but I don’t think Tommy likes it very much.”

Abigail was puzzled. “Is it that ugly?”

‘I’m not sure, but he just isn’t warming up to it. Maybe it’s the breed or even the size-the ones he likes tend to be the bigger ones.”

Abigail returned home and saw the dog.

Its fur was curled and brown, and its eyes were perfectly circular. It was an adorable sight as it lay there tamely, and it was the right size to raise at home.

They certainly could not rear a big dog here, since it was not a mansion with a garden.

While their apartment was not small, it did not have a garden.

Still, they could not throw it away right after they bought it.

“Let’s keep it for now,” Abigail said-perhaps Tommy would warm up to it.

There was a knock on their door in the evening, and Mrs. Watson answered it.

It was the bodyguards from earlier, here to give Abigail a report.

Mrs. Watson had to wake Abigail up since she went to bed early. Once Mrs. Watson told her about the bodyguards, she quickly said, “Let them in.”

As she put on a cardigan and stepped outside, the bodyguards were already waiting in the living room.

“Did you find the mysterious person?” Abigail asked.

“No, ma’am,” one of the bodyguards replied. “They bolted before we arrived. a=

Abigail was not surprised, since the call earlier had tipped them off.

“It’s late. You should get some rest,” she told them.

The bodyguards did not ask her if they should continue investigating either, since their top priority was to keep Abigail safe.

Detective work was not their forte either.

Once they left, however, Abigail stayed on the couch and did not return to her room.

She suddenly could not sleep. As she tugged on her cardigan, Mrs. Watson came and said, “Ma’am, you really should get some sleep.”

Abigail finally got up and when she returned inside the room, she saw the screen of her phone flashing.

She picked it up and saw that it was a text from Diarmuid.

[Sleeping?]

Abigail replied: [Not yet. Any developments with Kim Sherwood?]

Diarmuid had not texted her or called because he was worried she would ask about that.

While a private detective had since taken the job, Diarmuid had yet to hear from him.

Abigail knew that she was being impatient, and so, she took a moment to calm down.

[Is work going smoothly over there?]

[Yeah. I’ll be back in two days.]

The dispute of who will inherit the Raideen estate would be over tomorrow, with Sammy Raideen set to be the new head of the family.

[Yeah.]

Abigail replied, stared at the screen for another moment before typing: [Be safe.]

[Yeah.]

Silence ensued for a while, when Diarmuid texted back: [You should sleep.]

Abigail sat by the bed and put down the phone, but found herself staring out of the window blankly for some time…

Meanwhile, Zachary seemed to have matured overnight.

He did not try to fight his mother again or demand a divorce-he had now understood that without absolute power, no amount of arguing would work.

If he did keep arguing, he would never get a divorce, let alone find out how Lulu was killed.

Instead, he asked to meet Peter Lindt, who was glowering the instant they set eyes on each other.

“Are you trying to talk me into supporting your divorce?”

Zachary simply poured him a glass of wine and said, “Actually, I came to apologize-l’m very sorry to have mentioned that at all.”

‘Weren’t you insisting that Ember was having an affair?’

I jumped to conclusions,” Zachary said.

Peter snorted. “Who does things like that? You already leapfrogged through the ranks when Ember married you, or perhaps you believe that she’s lacking as a wife?”

Zachary hung his head to hide his expression. “She’s perfect. I’m the one who’s lacking.”

The way he slumped his shoulders seemed to convince Zachary that he had understood his mistake.

Since Zachary had already apologized, he had no reason to keep making life hard for Zachary-after all, his daughter really loved Zachary.

I don’t want anything like this to happen ever again,” Peter growled.

“Never ever,” Zachary assured him.

Peter drank the glass of wine Zachary poured him just then, as a gesture that Zachary was forgiven.

Zachary knew how much Peter liked to drink, and he kept pouring it for him. ‘l understand that you like this brand, so I bought it for you.”

Peter gave him a look. “You really are generous… this stuff costs fifteen grand a bottle!”

“And it is worth every penny, sir,” Zachary said, pouring himself a glass and toasting Peter. “Thank you for forgiving me and offering me a second chance.”

Peter clinked his glass with Zachary’s and chuckled. “Hey now-we weren’t the ones who picked you. It’s Ember who’s dead set on you, and we’re just playing along. Look,

Zachary, she’s our only daughter, and everything our family owns would eventually be passed on to you. I ask for nothing… only that you would treat her well.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about.”

Both of them chugged their glasses, and Zachary quickly poured Peter another glass soon after. “Thank you for giving me the apple of your eye.”

Peter laughed. “That’s a good line… and the truth. Ember really is the apple of our eyes.”

Now in a good mood, he did not refuse anything as Zachary kept pouring more into his glass.

And once they finished one bottle, Zachary opened another. “We haven’t really drunk together, so we really should get drunk today,”

“Of course. Good wine should never be wasted.” Peter giggled.

He was already tipsy-he could not hold his liquor despite his love for it.

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