Chapter 66 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Abigail Bernstein was a great doctor, a dancer, and a pianist. And now, a painter?

Diarmuid actually doubted it-those other talents already made her plenty impressive.

In fact, it was already impressive for the average individual to have two expertise.

On the other hand, Harvey was getting smug because he could tell that Diarmuid missed his point,

He laughed out loud, because he knew something Diarmuid did not.

“I heard that some artists only draw their beloved. Do you think that this artist loves me, Mr. Althoff?” Abigail scowled. “You forced me to do it. I don’t…” She paused mid-sentence-why should she even explain herself? In fact, she needed Diarmuid to hate her and divorce her right now!

Hence, switching gears, she said, “I mean, you were pushy, but I definitely wanted to draw you.”

It was basically acknowledging that she was in love with Harvey.

Despite it being a complete lie, those who hear that might not agree. Harvey actually did a double take, but glee soon appeared on his face. Turning toward Diarmuid with a smug grin, he exclaimed, “Did you just get cheated on, Mr. Althoff? Haha!”

Diarmuid might have been able to bear with all of Harvey’s antics until now… but not this,

He was well and truly furious. Even if he was already tolerant toward Abigail, her words left him seething.

She could throw tantrums and hate him, but he would not suffer from her messing around with other men!

That was his inviolable limit-he did not want her interested in other meni, or to flirt with them!

However, he kept acting nonchalant despite his rage, and set his mind on getting back at Harvey right then.

That man was persistent, and Diarmuid would be a fool if he did nothing!

With that, he wheeled Abigail out of the building. “Leaving already, Mr. Althoff? Not getting another look?” Harvey called out, adding more fuel to the fire.

Diarmuid scooped Abigail up in his arms and put her inside the car as he did when they arrived.

The journey back to the hospital was quiet, and it was almost suffocating to be in the car just then.

Abigail knew then that he was very angry just then, and asked tentatively, “Are you upset?”

Diarmuid was not looking at her, but the car was so silent one could hear themselves breathe!

When Jimmy the chauffeur arrived at the hospital, Diarmuid once again carried her out of the car, quietly moving her to the ward and putting her in bed.

Then, glaring straight into her eyes, “You were sincere about drawing a portrait for Harvey Gooding, weren’t you?”

Abigail inched away from him and said coldly, “Of course. I was staying in his house for months. in Sunny City. It’s only natural to develop feelings… Ah!”

She was pushed and pinned against the bed right then. Fortunately, the bedding was very soft and it did not hurt her, though she was certainly startled.

“What are you doing?” She returned Diarmuid’s glare and tried to push herself up, but he threw himself on top of her, preventing her from getting up.

Abigail paled in panic. “W-What are you doing?! Get off me!”

She kept pushing him with both hands in resistance, but Diarmuid simply caught her wrists and held them over her head, and leaned in to kiss her lips.

Abigail’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating in shock!

She quickly came to her senses and turned away, but Diarmuid held her chin to stop her from moving.

With one foot injured, she tried to kick him with the other, but Diarmuid quickly sensed her intentions and used his own legs to restrain her free leg.

He had to move his knees up to her groin to do it, making her flush in frustration and embarrassment!

At the same time, Diarmuid’s kiss was not gentle-it was punishment, a deliberate attempt to hurt her.

Abigail could not do a thing, allowing him to do what he wanted!

There was no telling how long it lasted until she became numbed with pain, her bright eyes welling with crystalline tears.

Finally releasing her, Diarmuid wiped a tear trickling out of the corner of her “Did that hurt?”

eyes.

“I’m hurting worse than you,” Diarmuid finished.

In fact, his heart was broken!

Tenderly brushing a finger against the corner of Abigail’s eye while he was aflame with emotion, he told her, “You’re married to me and you’re therefore mine. It’s our destiny, and you should play the part of a wife too.”

In the past, he never believed in destiny-but he found belief because of her, and he was convinced that fate tied them together.

On the first night of their wedding, they had somehow consummated their marriage even though he was insistent on not meeting her at the mansion.

What was that, if not destiny?

On the other hand, Abigail gulped.

She would have been willing to follow her agreement with Henry to uphold her marriage with Diarmuid-regardless if he loved her or was nice to her.

The only thing that stood between that was the fact that she had a son who was not Diarmuid’s.

There was no telling what would happen once Diarmuid found out, what with his breathtaking anger management issues!

That was why divorce was the ideal choice for her-she was convinced that going on their separate lives was the best thing for everyone now.

“You know that I’m unclean,” she rasped. “Don’t you find that humiliating?”

Diarmuid held her gaze. “No.”

Abigail gaped.

This was not Diarmuid Althoff-where had that haughty man from before gone? How could he not care?

She still remembered the disgust in his eyes when he found out that she had done it with someone else.

“D-Did you lose your mind?” Why else would he say something as nonsensical as that?

“I’m perfectly lucid.”

Diarmuid then growled threateningly, “Stay away from Harvey Gooding from now on. I don’t care. if you’re really interested in him, but from this moment on, you’re mine, and you won’t think about any other man.”

That was perhaps the humblest thing he had ever said.

Still, Abigail pursed her lips in silence. Even though Diarmuid was prostrating himself, she was not going to give up on getting a divorce.

There was no way she would stay with Diarmuid and become his wife nominally.

She had to take care of her child, because he needed a mother in the absence of a father.

She would be there for him in life, and she would work hard to watch over him. And for that, she must divorce Diarmuid! Diarmuid frowned. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you want to leave me that badly?”

“Yes,” Abigail replied. “I want a divorce.”

Diarmuid’s patience had its limits, and there was no way he would not be angered when she stepped out of line repeatedly! “Because of Harvey Gooding?” His dark eyes flashed with a coldness that stung the bones.

“Yeah,” Abigail murmured softly while avoiding his gaze. Diarmuid wanted to strangle her right then, but stopped himself. “I don’t care who you love. You’re now mine, and if you mess around with another man, I’ll kill him!”

Bang!

Someone suddenly barged into the ward-Zachary had stormed inside without knocking, his eyes entirely red. However, he finally regained his senses when he found Abigail in bed, with Diarmuid on top of her.

Diarmuid bellowed furiously, “Get out!” Zachary promptly closed the door, his mind clearing as he stood outside.

He was being reckless because he was in too much of a hurry to find Abigail, and entered without knocking the door.

In the ward, Diarmuid got off Abigail. Her clothes were a mess, baring her thin waist, so he straightened it and moved her to a more comfortable position, pulling the blanket over her feet.

Knock, knock This time, Zachary knocked. “Come in,” Diarmuid said. As he entered, they both could smell alcohol on him, and he was cutting a sorry figure. “Were you drinking?” Diarmuid watched him as he sat on the couch. “Then go home. What are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for Abigail,” Zachary said. “‘She’s busy-”

“I have something to ask her, or I’ll die.” Zachary cut Diarmuid short.

Diarmuid stared at him for a while, and stayed silent.

Considering that to be his silent approval, Zachary stood at the doorway without getting near Abigail, staring at her as he asked, “Tell me-did Lulu leave me because she fell for someone else?”

Abigail thought to herself that she had never asked Lulu that, and Lulu never mentioned it.

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