Chapter 331 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

The face on top of Abigail’s was very familiar, and she was soon wide awake, surprise registering in her eyes. “How did you get in here?”

She knew her mother, and Shery! would never have let him in after she became convinced that Diarmuid had dumped her.

“You little minx.” His deep voice was at once complaining yet loving.

As Abigail glared at him, he became serious as he touched her blushing face. He leaned in to kiss his forehead, eyelid, nose, and then finally her lips.

He had been wanting to do that for so long!

His kiss soon grew in ferocious passion, and the air around them became rife with the smell of pheromones.

Their breathing was suddenly labored, and though it looked like they would go further, he pulled away in time and lay down beside her.

He was worried about her health at the moment, and resisted his libido instead of going further!

Abigail in turn calmed herself so that her breathing became even, before turning to him and asking, “Is it done?”

Diarmuid met her gaze. “You’ll see tomorrow.”

Abigail blinked, her thick lashes fluttering as she slowly turned to look at the ceiling.

“What’s on your mind?” Diarmuid asked.

Abigail was actually emotional. “I’m just wondering how people can be so devious.”

Diarmuid quietly reached out to her then, taking her soft, dainty hand in his.” Don’t bother.”

Humans are complicated in the first place.

There is darkness where there is light, and vice versa.

“I’m not bothered. She’s not worth it!” she snapped and nestled in his arms. “I’m tired.”

Then sleep,” he said, gently patting her back.

Still, Abigail asked, “You haven’t told me how you got in here.”

As she looked up at him, waiting for an answer, he met her gaze and said,” You didn’t lock your window. Make sure you do it next time.”

Abigail was left speechless, and quickly turned around to look.

There it was, a narrow slit on the window!

She remembered that she had closed it, but it was clearly opened, and she thought she saw footprints on the window sill under the moonlight.

She raised her brow and put a hand on her forehead just then.

What the hell?!

“Did you climb up here? I thought the security here was supposed to be tight!”

How did he get in so easily?

“Said security brought me a ladder,” Diarmuid quietly replied.

Abigail was speechless-she almost forgot that he was the one who arranged for them to stay here, and every security guard here answered to him.

To be precise, he owned this place, and he got to enter whenever he wanted!

Closing her eyes, she said, “I’ll talk to my mom tomorrow.”

She was reluctant to make Diarmuid climb through her window every night just like a burglar!

“But don’t you think it’s like we’re having an affair, meeting like this?” Diarmuid asked, wrapping his arms around her.

Though Abigail said nothing, she bit her lip and buried her face in his chest to hide her embarrassment.

Diarmuid loved it when she was being so shy and innocent, and he tightened his embrace.

They soon fall asleep together!

When Sheryl arrived to wake Abigail up in the morning, she opened the door to find her and Diarmuid in bed, even holding each other so intimately!

Did he manage to beguile her again?

Did she forget how they were chased out of their own home?!

How could she have forgotten about that already?!

“Abigail Bernstein!”

They were both jolted from their sleep, and Abigail was left at a loss for a while as she rubbed her eyes. “Mom…?”

“How could you be so stupid? Letting him in after he dumped you? What…”

Sheryl was actually left at loss for words by her daughter’s naivete.

Abigail turned toward Diarmuid just then, but he did not say a word as he pulled up the blanket to hide his face, leaving her with the mess.

Glaring furiously at Abigail, Sheryl snapped, “Get up already!”

Abigail knew right then that she must explain the misunderstanding, or Sheryl was not going to let this slide.

Getting off the bed, she put on her slippers and followed Sheryl outside, who quickly snapped again, “He’s going to marry another woman, and you’re still jumping in bed with-“

Feeling embarrassed, Abigail quickly cut her short, “Mom, he never dumped me.”

Sheryl! glared at her. “His secretary chased us out of our house, and you’re still defending him? You’ve really been bamboozled!”

Abigail was actually confused just then, and stared stupidly at her mother.” Bamboozled?”

“Look, I know he has the looks, but you shouldn’t be fooled,” Sheryl said.

Abigail scratched her head, finally realizing what she was saying. “I’m not that shallow, mom-Debbie was the one who made Tommy sick because she has the only antidote, and Diarmuid had to agree to marry her for Tommy’s sake-“

“But you and that research team made that antidote!” Sheryl interrupted, looking at her grimly just then. “Are you sure you’re not being bamboozled?”

“No, mom. Debbie was threatening him-he was just playing along,” Abigail explained.

“That’s right,” Mrs. Watson arrived just then and reasoned, “Mr. Althoff isn’t like that. You’ve been staying with him for a while, haven’t you? You saw for yourself how much he loves Tommy.”

Sheryl became quiet just then, and remembered how Diarmuid patiently and lovingly took care of Tommy back then-he could not have expressed a father’s doting better.

“I’m not that stupid, Mom. I wouldn’t keep bugging him if he really is marrying someone else,” Abigail kept explaining, tugging at Sheryl’s hand.

Sheryl relented.

Just then, the news reported an inferno at the castle.

Sheryl’s eyes widened, recognizing that it was the castle Diarmuid bought to preserve Abigail’s ‘body’.

Seeing her surprise, Abigail asked, “What’s wrong?”

Sheryl’s eyes were locked on the TV even as she said, “What’s wrong?

That’s your fault, you know-when we all thought you dead, Diarmuid refused to bury you, and instead bought that castle and set up a freezing chamber inside to preserve your body… but why is there a fire? There’s no reason for it…”

The castle was cold and damp, and the environment around was not that flammable-a fire would easily die out.

And yet, the TV was showing a violent blaze… though that was not the most perplexing issue.

“Two dead? But there was just one body…”

Abigail, however, understood.

Diarmuid had promised that she would see the outcome today

As for two bodies, one was the cadaver she used before to take her place.

So, the other would be Debbie.

Still, lene remained impassive, though there was a tinge of coldness in her eyes.

Debbie deserved what was coming to her!

Still, it was murder, and Abigail refrained from telling Sheryl so that she would not get spooked.

“It’s fine, Mom,” Abigail told Sheryl. “Tommy would be waking up by now.”

“Okay,” Sheryl said, and glanced between Abigail and Mrs. Watson. “Fine, it’s a misunderstanding as you said-there’s no way he would not love you, or he would never want so many children with you. Anyway, I’m checking on Tommy, so you two clean yourselves up. Mrs. Watson has already prepared breakfast.”

However, the mention of her missing child left Abigail’s heart sinking, but she did not let it show.

When she turned away from Sheryl, however, there was sadness in her eyes and she returned to her room without composing herself.

Diarmuid was sitting on the bed, straightening his clothes, and Abigail walked up to him.

His heart clenched when he looked up to her pale face. “What’s wrong?”

Abigail’s eyes were red as she looked away from Diarmuid.

“It’s nothing,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “It’s time for breakfast! Also, I’ve spoken to my mom, so she’s not going to keep railing at you.”

Diarmuid would tell her immediately if he knew anything, and he did not, so it must mean he did not have anything yet.

Diarmuid naturally knew what was bothering her, since he felt equally terrible as the missing child’s father.

Mentioning it would just make them sad, and since Abigail changed the subject, he played along and said, “James Cross has recovered. Let’s visit him after breakfast.”

Abigail nodded. “Okay.”

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