Chapter 67 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

Zachary, however, believed that she was lying-how could she not know, when she had. constantly been in touch with Lulu?

“I’m sure I’ve never wronged you in any way. Why did you hide this from me?”

Abigail replied, “I didn’t.”

Zachary doubted that, and simply sat down, leaning against the doorway.

Abigail had never seen him so despondent-the sun seemed to shine whenever he went, and it hurt her to see him like this.

Zachary was a good man who had always been good to her, just as he had been kind and caring. to Lulu when they were in a relationship. He rejected all the girls flocking to him, which gave Lulu some sense of security.

In reality, she was curious as to why Lulu would suddenly just leave-she knew that Lulu could. not say it, but it would never be because of another man.

“H-How could she do this to me?!” Zachary cried then as he buried his head in his arms.

Abigail wanted to offer him words of assurance, but was not sure what to say to ease his pain maybe such words did not exist at all.

Moreover, no one ever leads the same existence, and they would not truly understand how another person feels if they did not go through the same thing.

“Just let it out. It just might make you feel better.”

Zachary shrugged and chuckled quietly and self-deprecatingly

What was there to let out? He was somehow getting even more lucid despite the ton of alcohol he had.

There was no easing this unbearable pain. Anything he did only seemed to make it hurt more.

And he could not take it!

“How could she get married and even have a child?! How could she hurt me like this?!”

Abigail was perplexed. “She had a child?”

As far as she knew, Lulu did not… but Abigail soon remembered that her mother was with her, and it was likely that Lulu had used Tommy to deceive Zachary.

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She went that far to make Zachary give up?

While Abigail never asked why Lulu had left before, she was suddenly interested now.

What unspeakable horror could it be that Lulu was compelled to hurt a man so in love with her? “Don’t bother pretending. She told me everything,” Zachary growled, convinced that Abigail was still trying to help Lulu hide the truth.

Abigail did not offer any explanations, so he sat there, not intent on leaving.

Meanwhile, Diarmuid called Stan, who arrived in no time at all.

“Take him away.”

Stan glanced at Zachary on the floor. “Okay.”

As he helped Zachary to his feet, Stan remembered something else and said, “Harvey Gooding’s potential partner-the one we poached-is really keen on a partnership with us, and they’ve sent a proposal. Would you like to read it?”

“Tomorrow,” Diarmuid replied.

“Okay.”

With that, Stan began to take Zachary away, who was still mumbling to himself.

“I’m not leaving…”

“I need to talk to Abigail…”

“How could she be so cruel? How could she and Lulu lie to me…?”

“How could they do this to me?!”

His voice echoed in the walkway as they headed to the distance, with Abigail listening quietly and feeling sympathy for Zachary.

He was genuinely in love with Lulu, or he would not be hurting so much.

She certainly envied Lulu for having the earnest affection of a man.

As she breathed a deep sigh, Diarmuid started toward her-she was relaxed for a moment, and was on edge again.

Staring warily at him, she stammered, “S-Stay away from me.”

Naturally, there was no way Diarmuid would listen.

Walking up to Abigail’s bed, he sat on it and lay down beside her.

Abigail had to slide away to make enough room for him, or he would be on top of her again.

“This bed is too small for two,” she whispered.

Diarmuid pulled her into his arms, nestling his nose against her neck. “We’re married. We would be sleeping together.

Abigail was speechless, but her whole body had stiffened and she was afraid to move!

Diarmuid was so close that her skin seemed to burn and flush where there was contact. His hot breath was spraying over a sensitive spot just behind her ear, leaving her on edge.

“Could you let me go?” she asked drily.

Diarmuid growled, “No.”

With that, he did nothing else, and his breathing was soon rhythmic.

Abigail was speechless. Did he fall asleep already?

But there was no way she could!

The bed was too small for her to get away from him, and so she sighed in resignation and started at the ceiling, planning various ways to calm herself.

She felt better eventually and fell asleep after a while.

That was when Diarmuid opened his eyes. There was clarity in his gaze beneath those thick eyelashes of his, and he certainly did not look sleepy -he was just pretending.

While Abigail was asleep and not offering any resistance, he caressed her cheek, his lips curling in a faint smile.

She would only be this tame while she was asleep, and not shying away from his touch!

He gathered her firmly in his arms.

Diarmuid was nowhere to be seen when Abigail woke up. She had no idea when he left, but was relieved that he was gone anyway.

She was just about to get up when Mrs. Watson arrived with breakfast and a new phone, which she had asked Mrs. Watson to buy secretly. After all, it was very inconvenient to not have one these days.

“It’s time for breakfast, Mrs. Althoff–let me help you up,” Mrs. Watson said.

Abigail said, “I need the washroom.”

After Mrs. Watson helped her inside, she sat down and whipped out her phone, but resisted the urge to call Lulu since it was still very early.

She put a hand against the wall and tried to get out by hopping on one foot, but Mrs. Watson quickly came to help her. “Please call for me next time, Mrs. Althoff we can’t have you getting hurt again.”

“I’ll try.” Abigail smiled, understanding that Mrs. Watson was genuinely concerned.

Mrs. Watson brought mushroom soup with meat chunks, which was very nourishing.

Abigail also ate most of the scrambled eggs and pancakes.

Her chest was swelling less now as her lactation subsided.

After she finished eating, Mrs. Watson left with her dirty laundry, leaving her alone.

Taking out her phone, she finally called Lulu, and her call was answered quickly.

“Hello?”

“Lulu? It’s me.”

“Yeah.”

“You met Zachary?” she asked.

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