Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 445

Chapter 445 I Want You to be My Wife

Deirdre couldn’t care less. She rose, closed the window, and heard a sound from the shower. She was about to turn when she felt a man wrap his arms around her waist.

She could smell the soap he used. It seemed someone was in a good mood despite being close to his operation. “Is everything prepared?”

Kyran let go and took his phone. “Why? Are you worried about me?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I know it’s not anything major, but there are always risks of complications in any given surgery. I’m always going to be worried.”

“You don’t have to be,” replied Kyran, a smile shadowing his lips. “Because Lady Nike, Goddess of Victory. is on my side. The operation will be a success, and then we’ll leave this place when I’m all healed up.”

He kissed her earlobe. “First stop, Southyam. How about that?”

“Southyam?”

“Lots of good food, we’ll eat whatever we like! You’re too skinny, Deirdre. I gotta do what boyfriends are divinely commanded to do-bring you the best food until you’re chubby and chummy.”

He began to describe Southyam in more detail. Deirdre had never been to the place, yet it was as if she had already gone there in her mind.

A grin crept up on her face. Once Kyran recovered, they would disappear from here without a trace. And Brendan would never see her again.

“Okay! We’ll go to Southyam!” She chirped excitedly.

Kyran held her hand in his. “Then, my second stop… Germia. You’re going to see my parents.”

Deirdre froze. Then, she hung her head.

Kyran paused. “What’s the matter? You’re not ready for that yet? If you’re not, we can wait a little while. longer. I guess I am a little too forward. Sorry.” Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, it’s not that…” Deirdre drew a deep breath. “Do you know what it means for me to see your parents?” Kyran was quick to type, “It means I’m going to marry you.

Her heart skipped a beat. He knew. And he answered her without any hesitation.

“Or…” Kyran stopped and then typed again, “You haven’t actually decided to marry me yet, and I’m being very impatient?”

She shook her head as hard as she could and hugged Kyran tightly. “Now you’re just spouting nonsense!” He laughed. “Oh, so you agree to be my wife.”

She blushed, flustered. Kyran studied her scarlet cheeks and kissed them lightly.

In a hotel somewhere, Blake Dunn was holding his laptop and scanning every information he had gathered on Brendan. Finally, his eyes fell onto a name-Charlene McKinney.

Blake remembered who she was. This was the man’s ex-wife… on paper. Four years ago, Charlene killed someone in a hit-and-run accident before admitting to her guilt. She was incarcerated shortly after, and honestly, she should still be in prison, serving her time.

When Blake met her, the young woman’s eyes-sitting above her mask-were evasive and secretive. Blake became even more excited upon recalling her behavior, so he moved his cursor to one of the

photos in the file.

It was the only picture he had where Brendan and Charlene were together, which was taken during a charity dinner. The young woman, wearing a graceful, elegant dress, bore beauty unlike any other woman. Her eyes were so clear and sharp it was like staring into a pair of onyx.

Blake forgot to breathe for one moment. His eyes blazed in excitement.

Charlene McKinney! He had met Charlene McKinney!

He could not be happier for his windfall. He stumbled upon a scoop by sheer luck alone! Overjoyed, he called his girlfriend again.

She was sleeping when he called, so her temper flared at the sound of her ringtone. “Godd*mnit, Blake Dumb! It’s the middle of the night! Get a clue, my God!”