Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 441

Chapter 441 He’s Dying

There was no movement. Surprised, Deirdre reached out and tried to grab hold of something.

There was nothing underneath the comforter. There was no one on the bed. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She heard no sounds from the bathroom, either. Deirdre had no idea when Kyran left-she had not had the chance to touch the man before she did the laundry. Where could the man be in such cold weather?

She was just wondering about it when the door opened. A cold gale broke in, carrying the scent only he possessed. She rose from the bed and asked, “Kyran?”

“It’s me.”

Deirdre breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward. “Where have you been?”

The man’s hands were a bit cold. He pulled his one hand away and began to type, “The doctor recommends I perform more exercise, so when I woke up a little earlier today, I decided to take a walk downstairs. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing,” Deirdre replied absent-mindedly. It was not his whereabouts that made her anxious-it was the possibility of Brendan knowing who Kyran was and making his move. “You should bring me along next time.”

“Won’t you

be too tired, though?” He joked. “You slept the moment your head hit the pillow as if you’ve been tired for a long time. You didn’t even give me a hum when I talked to you.”

Deirdre was embarrassed. She was admittedly having trouble sleeping the past few days because she… Well, she doubted him and could not shake her dread off. But it was different now. Deirdre knew Kyran was Kyran. Nothing could shake her conviction.

“I hadn’t rested well for a while, so all of that crashed onto me. But now, I’m pretty much well-rested. Don’t you think I seem to have gotten up pretty early today?”

Kyran set his sight on the clean laundry and chuckled. “Yes, very true. Very hardworking, too. Ever since you became my girlfriend, you’ve been acing every single one of your wifely duties… except one. Hmm. I wonder when that will happen!”

He was teasing her, but hearing it in a mechanical voice just made the entire thing feel even weirder.

Deirdre blushed so hard her cheeks were red.

Kyran brushed her hair aside. “I was joking. The only duty you have is to be by my side. Nothing more.”

She buried her head into his chest and hummed.

They hugged for a while. “Feeling better?” he asked.

Deirdre froze. Her emotions seemed to be kicked up in a cloud. She forced a smile. “What do you mean? I’m feeling generally good, aren’t I?”

“I can tell when you’re feeling okay or not, Deirdre. You’ve been wearing a long face since I stepped in, as if something’s troubling you.” Kyran’s black eyes fell onto her face gently. “You okay?”

She was wearing a long face?

Her mind was a mess. The only thing she knew for sure was that when she pushed open the door, her entire soul yearned for Kyran’s hug. It was almost as if her heart could only feel at peace when she was

with him.

She had misunderstood herself. Madame Brighthall’s words had affected her, after all. They had made

her feel something-not pity. Not sympathy.

Something else. Something much more… indiscernible.

Deirdre cast her eyes to the floor and suddenly felt like telling him.

“Kyran?” she said. “I mentioned I’ve been badly wounded by someone before, right?”

“Yes. I know. He was half of the reason you couldn’t accept me for the longest time.”

She closed her eyes softly. “He’s dying.”

Kyran froze.

Deidre gnashed her teeth. “There was not one moment in Alnwick when I wished he would die as soon as possible. Everything that I am today, all the tribulations I’ve suffered, was caused by him alone. I hate him. … to my very bones!

“But now, when I heard that he’s dying… I’m confused. I’m not as happy as I thought I would be. I’m not as excited either.”