Chapter 94 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“I’ll warm the water for you,” Abigail said as she went to the bathroom.

Diarmuid caught her wrist then and asked, “Something on your mind?”

Abigail smiled. “Does it look that way?”

She just wanted to live peacefully with him, and confront her feelings for him.

And yet, Diarmuid’s heart raced as she was being agreeable and tender!

He scooped her up in his arms just then, and Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck as she looked into his eyes. “No shower?”

Diarmuid placed her on the bed, and crawled on top of her. “You think I’m dirty?”

Abigail shook her head. “No…”

“I’m very clean,” he said, and leaned in to peck her pink lips with his.

There was a smile on his eyes just then, and he lifted her hand, placing it on his collar as he quietly said, “Help me.”

Abigail averted her eyes shyly, and he turned her face toward him–he was at once unreasonable and overbearing.

“Look into my eyes.”

Abigail shoved him and pouted. “You’re a bully.”

Diarmuid grinned, loving her the way she was now, and leaned in to brush his cheek against hers. And I’ll only bully you.”

Abigail beamed. “So you can actually be sweet.”

“I’m only human,” Diarmuid replied.

He was not inhuman–it was only natural that he was less aloof around the woman he loved. As he caressed his cheek, his fingertips slowly moved down to her neck. He realized he could not pull himself away from touching that fair, delicate skin!

Abigail turned away slightly, giving her silent consent by not resisting.

Diarmuid hence went wild and reached underneath her clothes!

The sudden rush of cool air underneath left Abigail cringing a little, but Diarmuid glued himself to her to offer her his warmth!

Soon, Diarmuid had her in his arms as they curled in tandem under the sheets, kissing passionately and filling the air with flaring hormones.

However, just as they were about to melt into one, there was an urgent knock on the door!

Abigail quickly came to her senses from the dizzying heat and pushed the man on top of her. Someone’s at the door.”

“Yeah,” Diarmuid murmured distractedly–he was not particularly eager about answering the door, and his lips were practically glued to her skin.

“It’s not locked!” she reminded him.

Knock, knock-

The person outside was clearly in a hurry, and Abigail was worried they would enter.

What if they came in? That would be embarrassing!

“They won’t come in,” Diarmuid mumbled.

That was when Mrs. Watson called out, “Mrs. Althoff, your younger brother is here… He’s saying that your father has passed away.”

Boom!

It felt as if something blew up in Abigail’s head then, leaving her pupil dilating.

She appeared terrified, and Diarmuid came to his senses as well.

Watching her, he asked softly, “Are you alright?”

Abigail was too miserable to speak.

Abigail suddenly felt cold all over, and Diarmuid gathered her into his arms, whispering into her ear as he comforted her.

“It’ll be fine. I’m here with you.”

A crystalline teardrop trickled off the corner of her eye and disappeared into her hair.

“I hate him… But it hurts so much.” Her voice was shaky and hoarse.

“I know,” Diarmuid said.

Blood runs thicker than water.

Lionel was her father–there was no way she felt nothing!

“I want to see him.” She scrambled to her feet.

Diarmuid helped her get dressed. “Calm down.”

“How could I?“! She suddenly shouted from agitation, but soon realized that she should not have taken it out on Diarmuid, even if she was feeling miserable.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

“It’s not your fault,” he told her as he wiped away her tears.

She stared blankly at him, and suddenly threw herself into his arms and bawled, her shoulders. shaking as she did!

Diarmuid returned her embrace and patted her on the back.

It took a while for her to calm down, dress up, and leave the house.

She did not manage to see Lionel when she reached the hospital. His body had already been wheeled into the morgue and covered in white cloth.

Abigail paused in hesitation for a moment, and started walking toward it.

Samantha was crying hysterically nearby, and she pushed Abigail away. “You jinx! Your father died because of you-”

“Mom!” Ricky Bernstein promptly cut her short. “How could you blame her?! You were the one who kept arguing with Dad until he choked and died!‘

He was there when Lionel died, and he naturally knew that Lionel’s death had nothing to do with Abigail.

Samantha shot him a vicious glare just then–why did her boy always side with everyone else, as if he did not know his own family?

Abigail stared icily at Samantha then.

While Lionel was terminally ill, he could have lived a little longer–it was most definitely Samnatha’s fault that he died so abruptly.

Feeling guilty, Samantha averted her eyes, but kept crying and howling as if she was heartbroken.

“Oh, what are we going to do without you?” she cried, not forgetting to throw shade at Abigail as well. “Look at that daughter of yours! She’s not even shedding a tear! You raised her for nothing!”

“Mom,” Ricky said, pulling Samantha along. “Let Abigail have some time with Dad.”

Samantha turned to glare at her son, but Ricky pretended not to see it and kept dragging her away, allowing Abigail some time alone with Lionel.

Abigail appeared calm, but her knuckles were balled at her sides, exposing how she felt!

Diarmuid held her hand in silence, offering her warmth. She slowly calmed down thanks to his comfort, and she strode up to pull down the white cloth to see Lionel’s face.

Although his eyes were closed, it was clear from his expression that he did not die peacefully!

Abigail stopped crying, and turned toward Ricky. “You were there when he died, right? Did he say anything?”

Ricky was just about to speak when Samantha beat him to it. “What else would he say? He’s leaving everything to Ricky!”

It was obvious Ricky wanted to protest, but Samantha shot him a glare and snapped, “What, you think I’m lying?! I’m your mother!”

She put considerable weight behind the word ‘mother, as if to warn Ricky that she was his only family.

Ricky’s lips twitched, but he stayed silent.

However, Abigail did not actually hope for anything from him anyway–she was just testing Samantha.

She would show no mercy, given Samantha’s attitude.

Although she did not want anything from the Bernstein estate before, she now decided that she would take it all!

With a cold and severe tone, Abigail told Samantha, “You don’t get to decide who the Bernstein estate goes to. Also, I’ll investigate my father’s death, and I’ll destroy you if you are guilty.” “And I’ll destroy you if you take a cent from my son’s inheritance!” Samantha retorted.

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