Chapter 491 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

The woman pretended not to hear him and urged, ’Eat before the food gets cold.”

Diarmuid frowned as she was clearly avoiding the subject.

He asked, “May I know why you’re keeping me here?”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” the woman said and turned to leave.

The furrow over Diarmuid’s brow only deepened.

Marie left the house and went to Thomas, her husband, who was working at the vineyard.

Thomas sat on the ground and took off his gloves.

Marie sat beside him and asked, “What should we do with that man?”

Thomas kept his gaze lowered and ate in silence, probably unable to come up with anything.

Marie then suggested gingerly, ‘ Why don’t we just let him go?”

Thomas kept eating in silence, and it was only when he was done that he looked up and repeated, “Let him go?”

“Yes,” Marie nodded. “He’s a Zidonian. He probably isn’t-”

“Don’t you think it’s weird he showed up here, in such an isolated location?” Thomas asked, staring at his wife. “Our vineyard is a cover to what is in the back. You know it must never be discovered, and what do you think would happen to us if he reveals our location? Don’t forget how we got here in the first place!”

Marie quickly turned silent, afraid to mention it again.

Still, she soon complained, “He keeps asking me questions. I don’t know what I should tell him.”

Thomas thought about it. “Just pretend you don’t understand him.”

But that was exactly what Marie had been doing!

“If we’re not going to release him, are we supposed to keep him here forever?” she asked. “What if the higher-ups come over and see him?”

“Just keep him in the cellar. We don’t kill,” Thomas said, putting away his plate and returning to work, leaving Marie to clean up.

Diarmuid was still sitting on his bed, and he had not been eating.

When Marie returned and saw him leaving the food untouched, she said,” You should eat.”

Diarmuid stayed still, so she added, “If we wanted to, we would’ve killed you when we found you.”

Her words left Diarmuid’s heart skipping a beat-who were these people?!

“It’s not poisoned. Don’t starve yourself to death,” Marie said and left.

Diarmuid listened as she walked away, and he got to his feet, feeling his way outside.

There was a door, and he opened it.

He had heard a man’s voice aside from Marie’s, and there seemed to be no one else with them.

He needed to be sure that there was no one else outside.

And whenever Marie entered or exited, he would listen attentively to determine where the door was.

He had to stumble around, but he eventually made it out.

He could taste the difference in the air, and he kept walking further out-if there were any others, they would see him too.

After all, Marie was clearly playing dumb with him and refused to answer any of his questions!

Clang!

Diarmuid suddenly tripped over something and caused a huge ruckus.

Marie came over then. “Why did you come outside?”

Diarmuid stayed still without moving while Marie studied him from head to toe.

He was wearing a suit when Thomas brought him in, and with that towering figure of his, he looked just like some sort of undercover agent here to investigate them.

And this place was supposed to be isolated and beyond everyone’s reach!

“Go back inside. It’s dangerous out here,” Marie urged.

“It’s not safe in there either,” Diarmuid retorted.

Marie was stumped for a moment. “I told you-we won’t kill you, and we could’ve just left you to die and save ourselves the trouble.”

“Then why won’t you let me go?” Diarmuid asked. “Because you might tell on us,” Marie replied.

Diarmuid asked in confusion, “Tell what?’ “Didn’t you see anything since you were brought here?” Marie asked.

Diarmuid shook his head. “No. Nothing.”

“Really?” Marie pressed on.

“No,” Diarmuid said assuredly. “Nothing at all.”

Marie nodded and walked up to help him walk. “You don’t look like a bad man. Zidonian, right?”

Diarmuid nodded. “Yes.”

Helping him back to his room, she told him, “Get some rest.”

As Marie and Thomas got in bed that night, she said, “He said he saw nothing.”

“Do you think he’d admit it if he did?” Thomas asked in return.

“But he’s Zidonian,” Marie argued. “He probably won’t-”

“They might have sent a Zidonian to find us so that we’d let down our guard.”

Thomas was certainly paranoid, and even Marie had a hard time understanding him. “If you believe that, we should’ve left him to die and save ourselves the trouble!”

“I would’ve—if he wasn’t blind,” Thomas replied.

The vineyard was actually a front, and the truth was that they were rearing a certain species of animal illegally, which had body parts that could be sold for good value.

However, Thomas and Marie were not actually criminals, but they were forced to stay here because of their son’s debt.

It was either their compliance or their son’s life, although they would be killed as well if news of this place leaked out.

That was why they were worried that Diarmuid was sent to investigate them and refused to let him leave.

Thankfully, his legs and eyes were hurt-they would not try to save him if he could see, and might even kill him.

Meanwhile, Diarmuid could not sleep at all.

All he thought was that they were living in a weird place, and there was no way he would have known that he had actually stumbled on an illegal farm!

After days of toiling, Abigail finally gave in to exhaustion and slept as if she was in a coma.

Tommy was sleeping tamely in her arms, fiddling with her long hair one moment and hooking his finger with hers the next.

It was boring, but he was happy since he was in his mother’s arms.

He certainly missed staying with her.

Meanwhile, Pierre had found several tutors, but Eagle stopped him when he came upstairs to talk to Abigail.

“She’s asleep,” Eagle said.

“The tutors are here,” Pierre explained. “I’ve arranged for her to pick one.”

“That would still have to wait until she wakes up,” Eagle insisted.

Pierre hesitated for a moment and said, “Alright. I’ll ask them to wait.”

Sheryl just happened to arrive after feeding the baby and asked, “Is she not up yet?”

“No,” Eagle replied. “She must have been left exhausted lately.”

Sheryl sighed, but she left with the baby in her arms, heading to the courtyard for a walk.

It was vast, and Sheryl must also admit the air here was better than Zidonia’s.

While it was not to say the air in their homeland was terrible, most areas were densely populated and any unoccupied land was developing rapidly.

Meanwhile, Eagle remained outside Abigail’s room until she woke up.

She slept soundly because she was tired, but it was not for long because she was still uneasy.

That was always the case when one’s heart was troubled.

She checked her phone the instant she woke up, but there was no notification, let alone any missed calls from Stan.

But just as she scowled. Tommy snuggled against her. “Mommy.’

Abigail picked him up and put him on his lap, petting his head. “Does it still hurt?”

Tommy shook his head-in fact, he almost forgot that he fell.

Abigail then picked him up, saying, “Okay! Let’s check on your baby brother now.”

Stepping outside and seeing Eagle standing there, she asked, “Where’s my baby?”

“Your mother took him outside,” he replied.

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