Chapter 497 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

As the rear windshield shattered, Diarmuid grabbed Abigail and dropped beneath their seats, while Stan held on to the wheel and

jammed his foot further down the gas pedal!

Fortunately, the pursuers did not bring their car, and they gave up soon after they realized they could not catch up.

And around half an hour later, the jeep finally reached an even road and the ride smoothed out.

Stan asked while he drove, “Where to?”

“It’s too isolated here,” Zachary said. “Let’s just go somewhere with people for now.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the nearest locations on the map and decided on a small town. “Here. Vos.”

In the backseat, Abigail suddenly asked Diarmuid, “Are you hurt?”

She just noticed that he was bleeding from the neck!

Abigail panicked.

Fearing that Diarmuid was shot she checked the back of his neck.

Frowning slightly, he said, “I’m fine.”

Abigail also noticed where he was bleeding from soon enough-the sharp end of a triangular glass shrapnel was digging into his

flesh.

He must have been hit by the glass when the rear windshield shattered, and it hurt to look at.

As a doctor, Abigail had seen all sorts of injuries and sickness, and she could handle it with composure.

However, she was not that calm when it was a person she cared about.

While her heart ached for him and was stricken by worry, Diarmuid quietly assured her, ’It won’t kill me. Don’t worry.”

Abigail said nothing but firmly wiped away her tears—she knew very well that this was not the time to be emotional.

She took a deep breath and looked around inside the jeep.

There was nothing that could be used, but if she did not remove the shrapnel, it would hurt a lot.

It might even cut further into Diarmuid’s flesh since they were in a jeep.

She hesitated for a moment before taking off her jacket and pulling out one of its straps-she did not have to care, because all she

wanted to do was ease Diarmuid’s pain, even if it was just a little.

“This will hurt a little,” she told him quietly.

“Yeah,” he replied softly.

With that, Abigail pulled out the shrapnel with quick precision. Once that was done, she pressed down on the wound with her

jacket.

Zachary turned to look. “Is he alright?”

“Yeah.” Abigail nodded, but it was quite a deep cut and her hands were quickly covered in blood.

There was no sedative or disinfectant in the car, so she had to use the most primitive method to stop the bleeding.

She would only disinfect it once they obtained medication.

Diarmuid leaned on her just then, putting his face on her slim shoulders.

It allowed her to have a better angle to put pressure on his wound, while he could feel the warmth from her skin.

He raised his hand and felt around, feeling the bare skin of her shoulders and neck. Still, he could feel fabric beneath, on her

chest and waist.

“What are you wearing?” he asked, remembering that Abigail usually dressed conservatively and not something so skimpy.

Abigail looked down to check. “A camisole.”

Diarmuid said nothing, but he quickly took off his jacket and pulled it over her shoulders.

Abigail leaned in to whisper into his ear, “Are you really worried about that in this situation?!”

Diarmuid pursed his lips and said nothing.

At the driver’s seat, Stan noticed that they were running out of gas again and asked, ’How much longer to Vos?”

Zachary checked the distance.

“It’s still over an hour’s journey,” he said. “We have to stop for fuel.”

Zachary looked behind-there was no one chasing them, but they must not let down their guard.

“There’s a gas station around six miles ahead,” Zachary said.

“Okay,” Stan replied, and he accelerated the jeep.

They soon arrived, and while Stan refueled the jeep, Zachary stood to the rear to keep an eye out for anyone approaching.

Bzzt-

Zachary’s phone rang-it was a call from James.

“I’ve arrived,” James said.

“Wait, we actually got Diarmuid out already,’ Zachary said. “You have to be careful-those people have guns. Hold on, I’ll pass the

phone to Diarmuid.”

Diarmuid mentioned a couple who saved him, but Zachary was not sure about the vineyard and had no details to give. It would be

easier if Diarmuid told James directly.

As such, he held out his phone to Diarmuid. “It’s James. He brought his people over.”

Abigail glanced at the phone and took it to put it in Diarmuid’s hand, i Zachary’s expression darkened slightly, and he turned around!

Zachary did not want to see Diarmuid like this—Diarmuid had always been such a proud man, carrying such profound insight and

acumen for business.

And now, Diarmuid could not even take Zachary’s phone because he could not see.

Zachary did not dare to ask what happened to Diarmuid’s eyes in front of Abigail either, worried that he would get uncomfortable

because of that.

Zachary gave Abigail a look so that she got out of the car.

Hence, while Diarmuid was talking to James over the phone, Abigail excused herself for a toilet break and alighted.

Zachary pulled her aside. “Why don’t you head back with Diarmuid first? I can arrange for a chauffeur.”

Abigail shook her head-she knew Diarmuid too well. “He’s worried. He won’t rest easy until James gives an update.”

“But his eyes… Can that really wait?” Zachary asked.

They had no idea what had caused Diarmuid’s blindness and were worried it would get more serious the longer they waited.

Even so, Abigail believed they had to wait instead of rushing things along.

“I’ve already stopped the bleeding on his neck,” she said calmly. “I’ll talk to him when we reach lodgings.”

Zachary considered it. “Fine.”

“Let’s go!” Stan called out then, having refilled the gas tank.

As they got in, Diarmuid was done speaking with James and said, “Zachary.

Your phone.”

Diarmuid held it out, letting Zachary take it for himself.

As Zachary reached out for it, the atmosphere in the car became weird again-it was unusually awkward and suffocating in there.

Zachary looked ahead and said nothing while Abigail tried to start a conversation to ease the awkwardness.

She looked up at Diarmuid, saying, “Did you know? I haven’t had a good night’s sleep ever since you went missing.”

It was true, and Diarmuid could tell as much.

“Yeah,” he murmured softly.

“I was so afraid that I won’t see you again,” she whispered.

Diarmuid reached out to pat her head in response.

They drove on for a while, and soon saw people.

The sign boards also indicated that they were approaching Vos.

It was a rather quiet town.

Abigail then said, “Find a hospital first.”

There were no hospitals, however, just a clinic.

Still, it was good enough since Diarmuid did not need surgery-just some simple disinfecting and bandaging.

Abigail stayed with Diarmuid at the clinic while Stan took the jeep for repairs since the rear windshield was broken.

Zachary stood outside the clinic, keeping an eye out for suspicious characters while looking for lodgings.

Fortunately, there was a motel in Vos.

After Diarmuid had his neck wound cleaned and bandaged, Zachary helped him walkout.

“Our motel is just a couple blocks down,” Zachary said. “You and Diarmuid need a break.”

“Okay,” Abigail nodded.

Soon, they reached their rooms, and both Diarmuid and Abigail entered to find that it was very clean despite the modest size.

They had a bathtub with warm water as well.

Abigail texted Zachary just then. [Check if there are any stores selling male clothing nearby.]

Then, turning toward Diarmuid, she said, “Let’s get you a bath!”

He sat on the edge of the bed and was not moving much.

“Am I that dirty?” he asked.

“No,” Abigail replied, leaning close to his lips.

Diarmuid smiled. “You wouldn’t mind if I’m blind too?”

Abigail’s nose turned watery right then, as a gush of wetness rushed up her nostrils without warning.

At the same time, her eyes became heated and swollen!

Even so, she gently kissed him on the lips. “I’ll make you better,” she said.” Once we get home, I’ll get you the best optometrist.”

“Sure,” Diarmuid replied.

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