Chapter 516 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Martin’s fingers clenched on his warm towel as he looked at her, “Sorry…”

Lulu said nothing-she grabbed her clothes and threw them over herself as she strode to the washroom.

She examined her body and actually found swelling-she was left in disbelief that Martin would treat her like this.

She took a shower, and when she got out, Martin was still sitting there without moving an inch.

When she checked on Jean, he said, “I just fed her. She’s asleep.”

Lulu pursed her lips. “What did Zachary tell you?”

“Nothing,” he replied, lowering his gaze.

Lulu remained where she stood. “So what did you-“

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, knowing that he was wrong.

Just like how Zachary could tell where the red marks on his neck were from, he could imagine how Jean was conceived.

And spurred on by alcohol, the agitation from the alcohol left him falling into pieces!

He never wanted to hurt her, but he did it.

He could even remember having his hands around her neck and could scarcely believe he would do that to her.

He loathed himself for doing something like that and got up to leave the room.

Lulu did not ask where he was going, her expression apathetic.

James had been rescued, but when Abigail saw him again, he was limping, his arm plastered and there were two deep gashes on her head.

Her eyes went red right then, and she could scarcely imagine what kind of torment he went through.

Erin was standing at his side, her eyes swelling red and having obviously cried a lot.

Having already arranged a room, Abigail gestured for Erin to take him there.

“Good to have you back,” she said and nothing else.

It would be pointless, since there was no comfort to be had!

And despite his injury, James remained optimistic. “The doctor said that I’ll be fine in a few months. There’s no need to worry.”

It would have been better if he stayed quiet-Erin’s eyes were welling with tears once he spoke!

Abigail patted her on the back. “Just go in.”

At the same time, James chuckled. “If you start crying again, everyone else would think that I’m bullying you.”

Erin sniffled quietly but said nothing.

James sighed-she was refusing to listen. Even though he knew that she felt upset and that she was hurt, he felt stressed in turn that she kept crying.

Still, Erin wiped her tears and snapped, “You’re almost limp now. You better be nice to me or I’m dumping you.”

James smiled, but moving his cheek pulled on his facial scars, and he winced in pain.

It broke Erin’s heart to see that. “Does it hurt?”

James shook his head. “No, it doesn’t.” “You’re lying,” Erin snapped. Her heart could break just then.

Abigail was a doctor, but she could not help much there.

They had already sent James to the hospital for treatment and checkup, and he just needed time to recover.

“Come on in,” Abigail urged Erin again.

James was still standing outside and talking to everyone when he could take the time to rest!

Erin nodded and gingerly helped James walk, though he felt reluctant but had no choice either, since she was really caring.

He was just a little not used to Erin treating him like a child, but she was hurt in her heart to notice James was uncomfortable.

After they got in their room, Erin had him get in bed.

He tried to make her sit, but she shook her head. ‘Just lie down and wait. I’m going to cook something for you in the kitchen, and get some ribs to make soup with-“

“Erin,” he said, cutting her short.

He looked at her eyes, and seeing genuine concern as well as worry, he ultimately decided against being harsh and asked, “Why ribs? I prefer fish.”

“Your bones were hurt, and they say that you recover the parts you eat,” Erin said, blinking.

James was speechless, but had no argument there and nodded as he watched her naive expression. ‘Yeah. I’ll make sure to have more.’

Erin, however, saw that he was not lying down. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“Cant right now,” James replied.

“Do it anyway,” she said with a demanding edge in her voice.

James was speechless, but he lay down tamely while Erin tucked him in.

Her gaze lingered on his face then-at the gruesome scars that left one flinching.

She gingerly touched it. “How did you hold out? This must hurt so much…”

James held her wrist and looked at her tenderly. ’It’s in the past now. Don’t worry.”

Erin nodded-it was fortunate that they brought him back.

She still remembered that Diarmuid went through meeting after meeting to save James, but fortunately, he had enough influence and help to find and rescue James.

She had not the faintest idea what favors he called to have James saved, especially since the gang that abducted James was based in a gray area. They were heavily involved in the black market and were armed and dangerous as well-they would really go all out in a direct confrontation.

She still remembered how James had been when they first got him back, having bled profusely with dried blood caking his cheek and neck. The gashes were so deep, fresh blood was trickling over the edge.

His arm and legs had also been crushed to different extent too!

“Go get the ribs!” James told Erin then-she would just feel miserable looking at him, and it would be better if she did not.

Erin thought he wanted to eat, and she smiled. “I’ll go right now.”

She tucked him under this blanket again, worried that he would catch a cold even though the climate was not cold at all.

She was just that excessively worried about James that she was so antsy.

She tried looking for Zachary, but told he was not around, while Stan returned to the office.

She was not used to this place nor knew where to get food ingredients, so she went looking for Abigail.

Standing outside Abigail’s bedroom, she knocked on her door and asked,” Are you in there, Abigail?”

Abigail was talking to Diarmuid, and she stopped when she heard knocking and opened the door. “Erin…”

“I was thinking about getting some ribs, but I don’t know where to go,” Erin said. “Do you?”

Abigail did not, but she had an idea.

She told Eagle to get back to the castle and had Pierre do it-he was the type who can help with anything with their daily life.

Come to think of it, having the man around did make life easier.

“I’ll go too,” Erin said, wanting to pick the ingredients herself for her soup.

“Okay,” Abigail replied. “You can go with Eagle.”

Erin smiled and nodded, but before she turned to leave, she remembered something and glanced at Abigail. “Diarmuid’s eyes…”

“We were just talking about that,” Abigail said.

Erin was very concerned about James, but she did not forget about Abigail either. “Now that James is back, my brother’s eyes cant wait.”

Abigail knew that too. “Yeah.”

With that, Erin left to look for Eagle while Abigail closed the door and turned toward Diarmuid. “Did you hear that?”

Diarmuid was staring into thin air, his gaze unfocused as he quietly said, “I don’t care what you say. You’re staying here.”

“But I contacted the doctor,” Abigail argued-she wanted to go with him to Minerva.

She had personally looked into the optometrist and saw that he was accomplished in his field, and she also made the appointment.

If they stayed here and kept discussing it, when would they ever move?

Naturally, the sooner they got it done, the better-but Diarmuid was insistent on Abigail staying home.

“What’s wrong with me going with you?” she asked. “I’m a doctor, and I can care for you even if I can’t treat your eyes. And I can care for you better than Stan can, can’t I?”

“Have you fully recovered?” Diarmuid asked.

“Yes,” she replied, but she definitely had not-gunshot wounds were not healed so easily!

Pursing his lips, Diarmuid asked, “Why can’t you listen?”

Abigail pouted and turned away from him. Tine, I won’t go with you. Just hurry up and leave!”

Diarmuid understood that she was upset, but right now, he could not even pinpoint where she was, let alone hug her and coax her.

Sighing, he said, “Don’t get pouty on me now.”

Abigail naturally knew that this was not right, but she was simply uncomfortable about this.

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