Chapter 493 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

At the same time, Stan was occasionally glancing at the both of them from the rearview mirror.

Even if there were occasions when James taunted him for being single, he could already see, as a bystander, just how painful a relationship could get.

That was why he believed that being single was much better.

Why fall in love when friendship and a career were just as good?

Soon, they arrived at the first stop and checked in at a hotel, since they had no idea how many days they would be staying.

Diarmuid stopped Thomas and Marie before they were about to work at the vineyard for the day.

“Could I have a word?” he asked.

“There’s nothing to say,” they replied. “Just stay put. We don’t want to hurt you.”

Nonetheless, Diarmuid had been thinking for a long while since last night, but he simply could not understand why they wanted to hold him here.

“What’s sealing your lips? There’s no reason you would confine a stranger here for no reason,” he pointed out nonetheless.

While Thomas and Marie were silent, there was wariness and murder in Thomas’s eyes!

“Why’d you ask?” Thomas asked sharply. “We can save you, but we could also have you killed. I know you can tell that we are somewhere isolated, and it’s just us both here. We just have to dig a hole and bury you, and no one would be the wiser.”

Diarmuid was not intimated. He calmly said, “If you were that horrible and wanted to do that, you would’ve already done it instead of saving me and waiting.”

Marie tugged at Thomas’s sleeve, but he was glaring straight at Diarmuid.

This was the first time they exchanged words, but Thomas immediately sensed how sharp and smart Diarmuid was.

And though Diarmuid could not see his face, he was basically sure that Thomas was not a bad person.

“I know you’re not bad people, and I can tell you assuredly that I’m not one either,” Diarmuid said. “It’s just that my plane went down. That’s why I’m here.”

Diarmuid never sensed anyone aside from Thomas and Marie, since he heard no other sounds aside from them.

And he decided then that this was no village!

“What are you worried about?” Diarmuid continued. He then mentioned what he had been thinking for a while. ‘Is there perhaps something here that must never be seen, and you’re afraid that I’ll expose you?”

Marie quickly asked, “What did you see?”

Thomas promptly barked at her to stop!

“This is a vineyard, that’s all! What would he have seen? Just bunches of ripe grapes!”

However, Diarmuid sharply caught the point from what Marie blurted.

She was concerned about what he saw, and that meant there was something here that must never be seen.

It was likely that this vineyard was just a front, but the couple were not bad people-he would be dead if they were.

“I’m grateful that you saved me,” Diarmuid said. “If you need my help, I won’t be stingy.”

However, Marie did not dare to speak anymore and only gingerly tugged at Thomas’ sleeve, as if tacitly telling him that they could take a chance on Diarmuid.

Even so, Thomas was not as trusting as she was, and he was considerably more prudent.

He shot her look that told her to be as much, and he picked up his basket.” Come with me.’

He was not worried about Diarmuid escaping-one being that this place was too isolated and difficult to leave, the other being Diarmuid’s blindness.

Anyone with a normal pair of eyes would never find their way out, let alone a blind man!

Diarmuid then said, “You can check out the recent news.”

Both Thomas and Marie turned to look at him for a moment, but Thomas said nothing as he strode out with Marie in tow.

She would return in the afternoon to cook dinner – Diarmuid had been eating the food she cooked ever since he became certain that they were not bad people.

As usual, she brought food for Thomas at the vineyard and spotted him sitting under the vines, stuffing his mouth with some ripe grapes as he stared at his phone.

It was only ever used to contact their ’employers’, and Marie’s heart would always be pounding whenever she saw Thomas take a call.

She was standing nearby when Thomas noticed her and beckoned at her.

She walked over to him, standing but not putting down lunch just yet-she was concerned that it would be bad news.

Nonetheless, Thomas pulled her wrist so that she sat beside him, and he showed her his phone.

He had actually listened to Diarmuid and started searching for news about plane crashes.

It turned out that there had been one, and it was in Dunesian airspace too.

He told her, “The Zidonian just might not be lying.’

“Should we help him, then?” Marie asked.

Thomas shook his head-he would not believe anyone so easily, which was why he wanted to discuss it with Marie.

“I thought…” Marie began, but she paused since it was not something spoken of lightly.

Handing Thomas his lunch, she said, “Here, eat up.”

Thomas took the food she brought, keeping his thoughts to himself.

He had been spending less time tending to the vineyard over the last few days, and he often sat out there, checking his phone.

He needed more information on Diarmuid, because he could not blindly believe someone and help him.

Abigail spent a few days at the first stop but did not find any clues.

Zachary pointed out, “We shouldn’t linger for too long.”

However, Abigail shook her head because she was worried about missing some minute detail.

At her request, they stayed another day and prepared to leave the next day.

She was starting to have digestive issues and was worn out spiritually.

Zachary told her, “You’re just overstressed.’

And that would hurt her body and mind.

Abigail took a sip of water-she knew that, since she had been constantly on edge since Diarmuid went missing.

Bzzt—

Her phone suddenly started to ring.

She answered it to the sound of a deep voice. ’Abigail.”

The clear, familiar voice left Abigail’s face falling.

She felt delight, excitement, and an indescribable urgency all at once.” Diarmuid?!”

Still, her voice soon became careful, “Diarmuid, is that you?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m fine over here.”

Abigail felt as if she was drained right then, and she had to lean limply against the wall beside her as she smiled with tears in her eyes.

Still, working hard to keep herself calm, she asked, ’Where are you? I’ll come to you right now.”

Beside her, Zachary and Stan had leaned closer to listen to the conversation.

Diarmuid paused for a moment before saying, “I’m a little busy here. I just called so that you won’t worry.”

Abigail frowned, but Diarmuid hung up before she could say anything else.

Abigail became flustered and quickly dialed the number!

The call got through, but it was hung up from the other end.

She was going to try again when Zachary caught her wrist. “Don’t.”

“Why?” Abigail asked.

“It’s obvious Diarmuid is constrained at the moment,” he said, breaking it down for her. “If he’s free, he would directly tell us where he is instead of telling you not to worry. The point of calling you was mainly to tell you that he’s fine.”

Staring at Zachary blankly for a moment, Abigail then nervously tugged on her own sleeve, her veins bulging over the back of her hand. “Does that mean… He’s in danger?”

“Diarmuid is smart,” Zachary assured her. “He might come up with a plan to escape.”

Abigail, however, was still worried. “Can’t we trace the call?”

“We can only do that while the call is still connected,” Zachary told her.” This is good news, and I’m sure he’ll call again.”

Abigail remained flustered. “What, so are we going to just do nothing, and wait?”

Zachary nodded. “Right now, we must refrain from troubling him further.”

Clapping Abigail on the shoulder, he said, “Just calm down for now.’

Abigail bit her lip in silence.

Thomas had come to trust Diarmuid, which was why he allowed Diarmuid to call Abigail.

However, he was still worried that Diarmuid would say too much since they must never reveal their location. As such, he took back his phone before Diarmuid could finish.

Fortunately, Diarmuid was in no hurry, and he could also tell how wary Thomas was.

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