Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 322 He Knew She was Allergic?

Deirdre picked up the pastry with her hand. When she was about to put it into her mouth, a sudden force hit the

pastry on her hand, making her heart skip a beat.

Eilis was stupefied. “What’s the matter?”

Kyran didn’t say anything when he took away the plate of pastries.

This incident, however minor, had attracted much attention.

“What’s happening?” asked someone.

Even Deirdre was dumbfounded. It was obvious that Kyran didn’t want her to have that pastry, but she didn’t

understand why.

An inexplicable sense of suspicion gushed out from the bottom of her heart.

Everyone grimaced at the interlude and jokingly said that Kyran loved that pastry so much that he took them all

away.

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“Nah, do you think Mr. Reed is like you?” A man jeered. “Did you see the watch on his wrist? It’s a watch. that costs

hundreds of thousands of dollars. How could such a person be interested in that low-cost pastry? I think he simply

wanted to get the waiter to change to another dish just because he saw no one eating them?”

“Probably.”

As the group laughed, they no longer paid any attention to the minor interlude. It was only Deirdre who kept

frowning, feeling weird.

Eilis patted her chest, calming herself. “What’s the matter with Kyran? How could he simply take that plate of pastry

away and not let you eat it? Aww, look at the pastry. It’s dropped on the floor.”

Deirdre shook her head in reply to Eilis. Following that, she couldn’t suppress her curiosity and whispered, “Madame

Russell, what’s that pastry made of?”

“How would I know? The bakers of this hotel made it look so fancy that I only know it’s purple in color.” Feeling

more dubious, Deirdre pondered for a while before she said with pursed lips, “Can you still see the pastry on the

floor? Can you pick it up for me to check?”

“It’s dirty. Don’t tell me you want to eat it?”

“No, I’m not eating it. I just want to smell it.”

Although Eilis was confused, she picked up that pastry from the floor.

Deirdre split the pastry and smelled it.

It was yam.

She frowned, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously bit her lip. It smelled like yam. “Are you alright?

Because Eilis was obsessed with dramas featuring power and love struggles in the imperial palace, she asked half-

jokingly when she saw Deirdre’s reaction, “Don’t tell me it’s poisonous?” Deirdre dropped the pastry in her hand

and forced a smile. “If I could detect the poison in it by smelling it, I’d better be a toxicologist”

Eilis chuckled and no longer dwelled on it. Nevertheless, Deirdre looked somewhat gloomy and tightened her clasp

under the table.

To her, the yam was similar to poison because she was allergic to yam.

She could smell it but not eat it. Otherwise, she would have rashes all over her body, difficulty breathing, nausea,

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and vomiting. In short, she would put her life in danger if she were to eat it.

Eilis didn’t know about this allergy of hers. Only those who used to live with her knew about it. They were Madame

Brighthall and Brendan.

Deirdre shuddered. In fact, Brendan knew about it because of an accident.

It was when she acted as Charlene and went with Brendan to the family mansion at a fixed time for dinner.

At that time, there was yam in one of the dishes.

Madame Brighthall took a piece of yam for Deirdre as a way to express her love. “Deirdre, do have more food. How

can you still be so thin even after a year of marriage? Can it be that Brendan has been mistreating you?”

“Mother.” Brendan pretended to be tender as he looked at Deirdre and said helplessly, “How could I treat her badly

when I finally managed to marry her?”

“In this case, why is Deirdre looking so thin?” Madame Brighthall rolled her eyes at Brendan before she turned to

Deirdre. “Do take more food, Deirdre. You need to be a little bit more chubby to stay healthy.”

Looking at the loving face of Madame Brighthall, Deirdre couldn’t tell that she was allergic to yam and forced

herself to take them in.

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