Chapter 374 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Still, Abigail knew right then that he knew.

“I don’t know how to face you.” She closed her eyes. “I couldn’t feel a thing, and I don’t know if I was…”

In reality, she never felt anything weird with her body after she woke up, and she knew her body well after being with Diarmuid for so long.

But even if she did not feel it, she was stripped naked, and she did not even want to imagine what Harvey did to her while she was unconscious.

“Anyway, I’ve said yes to Dennis Turner. I’ve even done the procedures to succeed him.”

She was suddenly happy that she did not reject Dennis’s offer-she would still have something to bank on, at least.

“If that’s what you want to do,” he replied.

Soon, they returned to the hilltop mansion, and as Diarmuid alighted, she called out to him, “Diarmuid.”

Diarmuid paused before he got out of the car. “Yeah?”

Abigail held his gaze and said, “Let’s talk.”

Diarmuid returned to his seat and shut the door.

He was quiet for a while before he finally asked, “What about?”

She nervously clenched her hands and braced herself for a while before finally saying, “I really mind.”

It was out of context, but Diarmuid understood what she meant.

“So?” he said even as his gaze darkened a little, and he finished before Abigail could speak. “Don’t think about it. Let’s go home-our kids are waiting.

The last part was to remind Abigail that they already had two children.

Even if something happened, they should face it together instead of deciding to split up so lightly-that would be irresponsible. He then reached for her hand, but she shook him off as if repulsed.

It was on reflex, and she stunned even herself.

However, when she looked up, she found his hand still hovering above, waiting.

“Sorry,” she said, lowering her head-she did not mean it, but she had become afraid of physical contact after what happened,

Even if it was Diarmuid.

Diarmuid slowly closed his palm and lowered his hand, but he said quietly, “It’s fine.”

He alighted first and walked around the car to open the door for her.” Come on.”

As Abigail looked up, their eyes met.

Unable to hide herself, she felt her own heart aching even as she watched him.

She averted her eyes, evasive as she fled out of the car and ran inside, locking herself in her room.She might have felt better if Diarmuid had been cold and accusative, but he was not.

In fact, he was holding back despite what he felt, and his words to her were so tender.

It was tender and considerate of her feelings, with not one syllable too loud.It only left her feeling as if she were stabbed in the heart.

As she stood over the balcony, wanting to calm down, she suffocated as she only got more miserable the more she thought about it.

Eventually, she dropped to a crouch, and unable to stop herself anymore, she quietly sobbed, her hand holding her lips as she tried to keep it down!

Diarmuid, who was standing outside the door, paused before he could knock.

Maybe she would prefer to be alone at the moment.He turned and headed downstairs to check on the children.

Abigail was not coming downstairs even during dinner, so Sheryl Harris started to head upstairs to call for her.

Still, Diarmuid stopped her. “She’s unwell. Let her rest.”

“Is she sick?” Sheryl asked.

“Yeah,” Diarmuid murmured softly.

“Does she need to go to the hospital? Has she taken any medicine?”

Sheryl was concerned, but she soon remembered that Abigail was a doctor herself and would definitely take good care of herself.

Instead, she smiled. “You’ve been busy. Eat!”

With that, Diarmuid scooped up his son in his arms and peeled a crayfish for him.

He did not go upstairs even after dinner, and stayed with the children instead.

When they were finally tucked in, he stayed a long while in the living room and only headed upstairs as everything quieted down.

He opened the bedroom door to darkness and flipped a switch.

The whole room was illuminated with a single click, and he found Abigail nestled on a couch, looking up when the lights lit up.

Her eyes were red and swollen, but she was done composing herself just then. “I… I’m going to be busy with work for a while.”

“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied.

She then forced a smile. “It’s late. You should go to bed.”

Diarmuid headed to the bathroom to take a bath then and found Abigail asleep on the couch when he stepped out, with a blanket pulled up to her face and her face facing inwards.

He stood before the couch, his gaze lowered as he watched her.

She cringed, seemingly sensing his gaze but afraid to turn around.

She did not want to sleep in the bed because she felt defiled, and she could not act as if nothing ever happened.

All she could do was try to hide by pretending to sleep!

Diarmuid arched his back but refrained from touching Abigail-he simply picked up her blanket and adjusted it for her.

Then, he stayed there for a moment and said ever so softly, “I don’t mind.’

Those words left tears welling up in Abigail’s eyes.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, and firmly bit her lip, holding it in so that she would not make a sound.

Even so, her tears trickled out along the corner of her eyes, flowing over her nose and disappearing into her hair.

As her body started to shudder, Diarmuid wanted to comfort her, but his hands hovered in the air for a moment before lowering.

She needed time, and him being close would only add to her pressure.

He breathed a deep sigh and returned to their bed, but lay on his side, watching her on the couch.

They were going to have trouble sleeping tonight!

The night certainly seemed to stretch on, and both of them pretended to have slept and just woke up in the morning despite the dark circles under their eyes.

Still, they both acted as if nothing happened, and behaved like they always did around Sheryl! and their children.

Abigail was going to ask the chauffeur to take her to Hotmesh Research, but Diarmuid told her, “I’m taking the same route anyway.”

However, that was hardly the case-Hotmesh Research was actually north of the city, while Diarmuid’s office was in the commercial district.

Abigail did not expose him, however, and quietly got into his car.

Neither spoke a word throughout the journey, and Abigail alighted when they arrived at Hotmesh. “Drive safe.’

“Yeah,” he replied.

They both seemed to share tacit understanding to keep up appearances and pretend nothing ever happened.

Abigail watched as Diarmuid drove away, before turning around to see Seth Hedge waiting at the front door.

Her expressions turned as cool as ice right then.

“I wanted to ask what happened yesterday. What got you so upset? Was Harvey out of line-”

“Enough!”

Abigail’s hands were clenching at her sides and her voice had a chilling edge. ‘Come with me.’

Seth thought that she would tell him, and so, he followed her, but once they entered one of the labs, she whipped out a scalpel from an antiseptic box, wheeled on Seth, and pressed it against Seth’s neck.

Her expression had never been that sinister. ’I told you not to show up around me. What part of it don’t you get? Or did you think I was playing?”

Seth’s eyes widened in fear and he sweated bullets from his forehead.

“C-Calm down,” he stammered.

“Calm down?” Abigail somehow found that laughable. “Get out!”

“Okay, okay,’ Seth quickly said. “Look, I only came here because I couldn’t reach Harvey-“

The mention of Harvey’s name seemed to send Abigail’s blood rushing her brain.

Unable to control her stress and fury at that very moment, she thought that Seth was Harvey and she slashed his neck!

“Argh!” Seth shrieked as blood spluttered out, and Abigail finally came to her senses.

Realizing that it was not Harvey, she stared at the scalpel she was holding for a moment and regained her composure.

She tried to walk up to Seth to check his neck, only for Seth to retreat from her.

‘Do you want to die?” Abigail asked.

Seth, however, still clutched his neck, slightly terrified of her-she was completely different from the Abigail he knew.

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