Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 447

Chapter 447 Is That Her?

Deirdre sniffled and raised her head. “Is that true? Kyran, did you go out for a stroll?”

“Yes. I couldn’t sleep, so I took a walk.”

So, he was just as capable of feeling distressed by his impending operation, too. The revelation complicated her feelings-she leaned at his chest and tried to assure him. “It’s gonna be fine. I’ll be right outside the theater.”

Kyran’s eyes softened. He closed his fingers around her tightly and realized they were nipping. Alarmed, he took off his coat and put it over her. “Just wait in my room next time instead of coming outside. It’s too cold out here. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Mm-hmm…” Deirdre hummed, feeling a little sting at the back of her throat. The window coming loose was probably why, but she would rather not make Kyran worry. Pulling the coat close to herself, she enjoyed his lingering scent.

“Let’s head back.”

Not long after they returned, a nurse came inside to perform a body examination on Kyran. Since general anesthesia was going to be used, he could not drink or eat before his surgery. His lips became so dry they were chaffed.

Deirdre felt the bump with her finger and frowned. “Are you thirsty?”

“I’m alright.” He kissed the back of her hand. “Don’t worry.”

Declan came to speak to the doctor privately by mid-afternoon. Kyran held Deirdre’s freezing hands in silence until the nurse informed him it was time. She then pushed him out of the room, leaving Deirdre

alone on her cold, steely chair.

She felt… unease. After noticing her nervous grimace, Declan sat next to her and comforted her. “Now, don’t look like that! It’s not going to be a problem. The first operation was a major success, so there’s no reason to think this time will be any different. You should eat, drink, and take a d*mn nap.” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Declan’s own carefree attitude was an affectation meant only to mollify Deirdre, but it did not work too well. She was not in the mood at all. “I know,” she replied and forced a smile.

“Had your meal?”

She shook her head.

“I’ll have the nurse wheel it into the ward for you, then. You need to eat. If you fall ill after he’s okay, he will beat the crap out of me.”

She smiled. “Haha. Like he would.”

“Why wouldn’t he? The only person he’s 100% nice to is you. He gives a lot less sh*t to everyone else, you know. He wouldn’t even smile at his homie more often!”

“Oh yeah? What about his ex-girlfriend?” Deirdre blinked.

“Ex-girlfriend?” Declan paused, startled. Lowering his voice, he answered, “Come on, that’s old news. Besides, she’s not gonna appear anyway.”

“Why not?” Deirdre was surprised. “She’s alive, isn’t she?”

Declan was quiet for a few moments. “Alive, yes. Loves him? No. She has a new family of her own and now lives in another city. It’s a big, wide world, Miss McKinnon. You don’t just bump into your old flame

most of the time. Besides, even if he sees her again, I doubt she could hold a candle to you.”

Deirdre thought the man was kind of hyperbolic. A relationship as impactful as that would always be imprinted into one’s memories and soul.

But she did not mind.

They talked a bit more until Deirdre started to feel her throat itch and dry. Declan could tell it, so he asked, “Thirsty?”

She nodded.

“Well, I’m about to make some calls, so I’ll bring you a pot of warm water then.”

“Thank you.”

He waved. “You’re welcomed.”

He turned away and left Deirdre alone outside the operating theater door. The corridor had its crowd. today, so she could hear people passing her by.

More accurately, she could hear them speak. “Is that her? Is that her!?”