Chapter 529 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Still, he smartened up this time and quickly realized that Abigail did not tell Diarmuid who she was, and Diarmuid did not recognize her.

So, was that why Diarmuid was so repulsed by her?

It was all the more reason for him to leave-the married couple were flirting, and an outsider being around would be disturbing, no?

He even played along with Abigail and told Diarmuid, “Well, the missus isn’t around. I won’t tell.”

“Stan?” Diarmuid’s tone eased as he tried to make Stan stay, but he frowned as he heard the door close.

Abigail hid a smile as she saw the look of dilemma on his face.

His ears pricked up at her voice, and though she was not that loud, Diarmuid could tell that it was his wife.

He was even sure about it.

And as he calmed down to think, he realized Stan would never dare bring in an unfamiliar woman without his approval.

At the same time, Abigail started to put her hand on his chest again.

This time, however, Diarmuid did not evade her or call Stan in again, even letting her get frisky with her touch.

Abigail was speechless. Did he just give in?

He did not know that it was her, but he was staying still?!

“Diarmuid Althoff! You’re fine with any woman when I’m not around, huh?!” Abigail demanded right then.

Diarmuid simply stayed in bed, motionless. “You came on your own. It’d be a waste sending you off.”

Abigail was speechless with rage. “I’m leaving!”

Diarmuid called out to her right then, “You messed with me, but I can’t mess with you?”

Abigail glared at him. “Don’t bother explaining yourself. You wouldn’t reject any woman who comes through that door.”

Diarmuid chuckled in his rich voice then.

Abigail pursed her lips. “What are you laughing about?!”

“I never thought that it would be you at first,” he explained. “After Stan came in and left, I realized that he’d never let just anyone in without my permission.”

Extending a hand to her then, he said, ‘Come here.”

Abigail hesitated for a moment as she watched Diarmuid raise a hand, but she eventually walked up and put her hand in his palm.

He grasped her fingers firmly as he gently pulled a little, and Abigail followed the motion to lean in and climb into his arms.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?1′ Diarmuid asked, brushing his fingers through her hair.

“You wouldn’t have let me come if I did,” she purred in his arms.

Diarmuid sighed. “I just didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“You’re my husband,” Abigail said, looking up at him just then. “I’ll love you however you are.’

And with those words, she leaned in to kiss his lips.

Diarmuid’s whole body stiffened and he rasped, “I smell like medicine.”

Abigail stared at him-that was certainly not his issue.

After all, he was just used to being proud and was therefore insecure now that he lost the initiative.

She smiled. “I don’t mind. What are you upset about?”

Diarmuid smiled in return, and she lay her head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. “Don’t chase me away. Let me stay and take care of you, okay?”

Diarmuid was silent for a while before he answered very softly, “Okay.”

Abigail’s eyelashes fluttered lightly over her large eyes just then, and she said, “Lulu’s peace is interrupted again. Martin is in trouble and it’s really serious-they don’t even know if he’s still alive. But I know Lulu, and he’s most definitely dead. She wouldn’t have passed her baby to Zachary otherwise… To think that this would happen to them when she and Zachary were university sweethearts and the envy of everyone. I feel disappointed to see that they can never be together.”

Wrapping her arms firmly around Diarmuid, she murmured, “I don’t want to live with disappointments like them. I want to be with you forever…”

Diarmuid gently patted her on the back. “We’ll be fine. Don’t worry. We’re us.”

And they were them.

Things were different for Lulu and Zachary-maybe they were destined to be apart, and it was just how things were meant to be forthem.

“Did you miss me when I wasn’t around?” Abigail asked mildly then.

“Yeah,” Diarmuid murmured softly.

“Then why didn’t you say that over the phone?” she pressed.

Diarmuid was speechless. “I wanted to tell you directly.’

“I’m right here,” Abigail said, staring him in the eyes just then. “You can say it now.”

Diarmuid was speechless again. “Come here, just sleep with me for a moment.”

Abigail was not about to fall for it. “Don’t change the subject.”

Diarmuid pursed his lips, gathered her in his arms, and said mildly, ’I missed you.”

Very much so.

Abigail unbuttoned his patient’s garb then and put his hand on her breast.

She never took the lead like that-she was always the passive one around him.

But now that she did it out of the blue, Diarmuid honestly did not know how to respond.

“Abigail…” he murmured

Abigail gently pressed a finger on his lips. “Shush. You always did the work before. Now, it’s my turn…”

And the rest was history…

However, though Abigail had been on top, she ended up pinned underneath him again…

He covered her thin shoulder with finger marks and hickeys.

But it would break his heart if he could see that conspicuous gunshot wound!

Abigail was the one who initiated it, but she was also the one begging for mercy soon enough.

Pressing herself against Diarmuid’s chest, she said, “Your eyes haven’t recovered yet…”

“Yes, but I’m still able-bodied…” he retorted, leaning in and reaching for her lips for a firm kiss.

Since it had been a while when they were together, he really missed her… especially physically.

And with Stan keeping watch outside, no one would dare to disturb them.

Soon, the skies turned dark.

Abigail fell asleep, nestled in Diarmuid’s arms.

She groggily heard Diarmuid’s voice-Stan just came in, bringing food.

Opening her eyes, she asked, “Are you hungry?”

“I should be asking that question,” Diarmuid smiled. “What time do you think it is?”

Abigail glanced at the time to find that it was already night—she arrived in the afternoon.

And there went an entire day.

Getting out of bed and straightening her clothes, she told him, ‘Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Diarmuid would need help with showers since he could not see, and he murmured softly. “Okay.”

Abigail smiled. “You mind not being able to see, don’t you?”

Diarmuid did before, but he was a little less upset about being blind around Abigail after getting it on with her.

With that, she helped him out of bed and to the bathroom.

They must have been getting antsy after abstaining for a while and went at it again in the bath, which was why it took another two hours for them to finish up.

Stan returned with dinner, and Abigail started to feed Diarmuid.

“I can do it myself…” he said.

Abigail refused and insisted on feeding him. “I’ll help you.”

Martin was found tortured to a gruesome death, with parts of his body missing.

They did not even arrange a funeral for him-Lulu and the other officers of the precinct had him buried in secret.

Lulu sent Jean away exactly because she was worried that Jean would be unsafe with her. Now that Martin and her baby were gone, she decided to return to the force.

She wanted to avenge Martin, just as she blamed herself for his death.

If they did not argue, Martin would not have returned to work sooner or worked undercover-the reason for the latter being because she had been constantly cold-shouldering him.

His cover was blown, and it led to his horrific death.

She felt very miserable, especially at the thought that she did not have a child for him despite their marriage.

That would not be the case if he married another woman, but in marrying her, he died without leaving anything.

She believed that she owed him, but the force disagreed with her proposal.

“You’re a woman who has not been trained, and you’ll be exposed quickly. Captain York is gone now. You’re his wife, we-‘

“I’ll do it my way even without your approval.” Lulu was determined.

Hence, after discussing and deliberating on the matter, they agreed to her request to go undercover.

However, Lulu already had every intention to bring down the enemy with her —she did not fear death, only a tormenting life.

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