Chapter 332 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Diarmuid then got up and gathered her in his arms, offering a silence assurance.

Abigail forced a smile.

“Let’s eat. I’m hungry,” she said, and pulled him out of the bedroom as she rambled on. “You must miss Tommy since you’ve been away, right? He’s perked up now, but don’t hug him so soon-it’s bad since his rash hasn’t faded completely…”

Diarmuid quietly listened, and Sheryl was there when they arrived at the living room. She spoke first, saying, “Tell me beforehand if anything like that happened again, so that I won’t misunderstand.”

“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied. “Thank you for taking care of Abigail and Tommy for me.”

Sheryl cheered up at his words, her remaining grievances gone as she smiled. “Eat, or the food will get cold.”

With that, she returned to Tommy’s room to tend to the boy.

On the other hand, Abigail was not feeling an appetite and was not moving despite all the good food Mrs. Watson prepared.

Diarmuid pushed a glass of milk up to her and told her with a commanding edge in his voice, “Eat.”

“Not hungry,” she mumbled, poking holes into her egg before getting to her feet.

Diarmuid simply caught her by the wrist, handily pulling her into his arms with his hand and making her sit on his lap.

lren frowned. “What are you doing? My mom is here! Don’t you know how embarrassing it is when she sees us?”

However, it was precisely because she was worried that Diarmuid was being so unruly. Slicing a piece out of his bacon, he held it by her lips, saying,” Eat, and I’ll let you go.”

Abigail glared at him, pouting.

Diarmuid kept shoving it at her regardless. “Hmm?”

The hot bacon was just dangling by her mouth, and she could smell the pungent scent of grilled meat.

She hence bit down on it, the succulent texture freshening her mouth.

Diarmuid quickly cut another slice, and when she refused again, he spread her legs so that she was straddling him erotically. When she tried to resist, he simply held on firmly to her waist, restraining her

while threatening, “Eat, and then I’ll let you go.”

“You’re a scoundrel,” Abigail huffed.

Did he not care that people were going to catch them like this?

Even so, Diarmuid did not appear upset, and he kept feeding her.

Having no choice, she tamely ate everything he fed her, even finishing her glass of milk. “I’m full.”

“Really?” Diarmuid asked.

“Should I disembowel myself to show you?” Abigail growled, obviously angry now.

Diarmuid knew too well that he should not push her too far, and that he had to let her go just then.

When Abigail regained her freedom, she did not get off Diarmuid right away. Instead, she leaned in, holding his head firmly and biting down viciously on his lip!

Diarmuid frowned slightly but did not resist, even watching her lovingly.

Still, Abigail soon released him because she could taste blood. She said,” Don’t push me like that ever again.”

“Sure.” Diarmuid smiled.

Abigail was just about to get off him when she slipped and landed on him again.

Mrs. Watson happened to arrive just then.

Catching them in the act, she quickly closed her eyes, turning around while giggling, “It’s alright, you can continue. I saw nothing.”

With that, she fled, as if fearful she would be a third-wheeler!

Abigail was left speechless even as her cheeks burned.

Mrs. Watson must have misunderstood. This was just so embarrassing!

Shooting Diarmuid a glare, she snapped, “This is all your fault.”

Diarmuid pursed his lips to hide a smile. “We’re married. They were too, so they would understand.”

Abigail shot him a vicious glare before returning to their bedroom, whereas Diarmuid stayed to finish his food, checking on Tommy in his room before going to Abigail.

Ever since her face was scarred, she would always wear a scarf to hide her face and neck.

On the way to visit James, Abigail asked him, “I saw the news about the fire. Won’t the police investigate the deaths?”

“I’ve already arranged for scapegoats.”

That said, those two thugs deserved it.

Diarmuid naturally did a background check on them, and they had quite the long list of criminal records that included robbery, street violence, and rape. They should have been punished far earlier.

Abigail nodded-she did not ask in the house because she did not want Sheryl to find out.

Either way, she was relieved now that Diarmuid had tied up loose ends.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital.

James could already get out of bed and walk around.

He had not actually been in a vegetative state for that long, and Erin Gooding’s meticulous care allowed him to recover quickly!

He was in the middle of rehabilitation when the door opened.

He turned, expecting Abigail, but saw that it was Diarmuid and Abigail instead.

Quickly walking up to them, he asked, “Hey, what are you doing here?”

To check on you. Are you feeling better?” Abigail asked.

“I’m alright now. I was just thinking about getting discharged today as well,” James said, looking at Abigail as he added gratefully,

“I must thank you for transferring me here-I heard Zachary saying that you’re the one who told him to hide me, or Debbie might really have killed me.”

He heard about what Debbie did from Zachary as well, but he blamed himself regardless. “It’s my fault-l was a poor judge of character, and sent her to Mr. Althoff’s side anyway.”

“It is,” Diarmuid said. “Be more careful from now on.”

James replied solemnly. “Won’t happen ever again.”

“Either way, you’re better now-I’ll see you at work,” Diarmuid said flatly.

He was actually happy that James had recovered despite his neutral expression. He just did not like to show it!

Still, James could see that, having worked for Diarmuid for so long, and he chuckled.

‘I will come in today.”

“What about me?” Erin asked from the doorway.

James had made up his mind to date her. Even if she was adopted and not actually Yvaine Lynd’s biological daughter, he still believed that he should discuss it with Diarmuid.

Beckoning Erin to him, he said, “Mr. Althoff, Erin here has been caring for me ever since I was in a coma. Do I have your permission to be in a relationship with her?”

Before Diarmuid could answer, Erin said, “He’s not actually my half-brother- I’m just adopted. I’m not my mother’s biological daughter, so you don’t have to ask him. We can be together if we want.”

James wanted to explain that he knew about that and had zero connection with Diarmuid, and Yvaine was the only thing that connected them.

Even so, he found it necessary to clear the air, since Yvaine was Diarmuid’s mother too.

Still, Diarmuid beat him to it before he could say anything. “Your relationships have nothing to do with me.”

Like Erin said, she was adopted-so what did that have to do with him?

Taking Abigail’s hand, he told James, “Now that you’re better, we can go.”

“I’ll check in at the office tomorrow,” James said.

Diarmuid heard James, but he did not respond.

As he headed outside with Abigail, she asked, “Will you be busy today?”

“What is it?” he asked in return.

“Well, Mark Wickers helped out a lot with the research for the antidote,” Abigail told him. “I’m thinking about treating everyone to dinner. You can join us if you’re free.”

“Yeah. I can make the arrangements, too,” Diarmuid said.

“Sure,” Abigail said after thinking about it.

She was not experienced in mingling, while Diarmuid often did it and would know what to do.

“How many people will there be?” Diarmuid asked.

“A little around ten,” Abigail said.

“Okay. Let’s get you home to catch more sleep.”

He needed a number to better make arrangements, and was naturally aware that she had been working very hard lately, and could rest now that their troubles were over.

However, Abigail said, “I’m actually thinking about going to the mall. Tommy is growing out of his clothes, and since we have time now, we could get him new ones.”

“I’m coming with you,” he said and turned the car around.

“Aren’t you busy?” she asked, staring at him.

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