Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 442 So Was That Your Tacit Invitation?

“Why, Kyran? Why do you think I’m… like this?”

Bitterness tinged her last question. She was angry-angry at the incomprehensibility of her own emotions.

Kyran’s hand ran down her back, his expression serene. “Deirdre, you don’t feel joy over anyone’s death because

you’re that kind-hearted. Your happiness doesn’t need to be built on anyone’s pain.”

“But I should be happy! Shouldn’t I?”

“Deirdre?” Kyran lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Do you still love him?”

“Love who?”

“Him.”

She shook her head with all her might. Tears of bitter, painful anger rolled out of her cheeks. “Love!? I hate him! I

hate him so much… it’s wearing me out…”

“So, you’ll never forgive him, no matter what he does?”

There was not a shred of hesitancy in her response.”Never!”

Even Kyran was taken aback by how quickly her answer sprung. For a long time, he typed nothing.

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The silence brewed a quiet sense of unease in her. “W-What’s wrong?”

He gave a soft laugh. “Nothing. I was just thinking. If you are that sure of your answer, then what else is troubling

you?”

Sadness. Somehow, something about his word choice implied sadness. Deirdre did not notice it until she mulled his

reply over.

She stiffened.

“What’s really troubling you is the strength of your resolve. Are you as determined as you think you are? Is your

conviction as unshakable as you’ve imagined? Or is there a soft spot in your heart this whole time, and this

confusion you’re experiencing now actually stems from your pity?

“But you heard yourself, didn’t you? The answers you gave me were pretty good indicators, right? It wasn’t pity or

sympathy. You just hate him so much it wore you out and made you want nothing to do with him. any longer.”

That was true. Deirdre cast her eyes to the floor. She knew that the real source of her unease had nothing. to do

with Brendan himself. She felt perturbed because she had rejected Madame Brighthall’s plea for help-because she

cared about that old woman rather than her son.

She simply did not want her to suffer the loss of her one last family member. She did not want her to send off her

son, who was still in the prime of his youth, when she should have been the one to go first.

Deirdre finally understood her own sentiments now. Her lip curled. “Thanks, Kyran.”

“I’d rather you thanked me in another way.”

She was stunned. ‘A-Another way?”

It did not take her long to understand what the other way meant. The man’s breath was beating down on her-

rhythmic, heavy. Closer. A puff escaped from his lips, dispelling the winter air around her as they pressed against

hers.

When their lips melted together, Deirdre’s fingers trembled.

Kyran locked her hands between the spaces in his fingers. Her senses became a blur. When her lucidity. returned a

little, she realized she was already lying on his bed, and his breathing had lost its usual, even rhythm.

The tip of her ears burnt. “K-Kyran, n-not now… We can’t do it here…”

Her quivering tongue was tripping itself. “T-This is a h-hospital!”

The man froze and suddenly broke out a giggle.

She gripped the edge of her bed tightly, perplexed. “W-What’s so funny?”

“Deirdre, my own body is forbidding me from doing anything too extreme,” he explained. “Of course I know I

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shouldn’t!”

Deirdre reeled back in realization. She had misunderstood his intentions!

She blushed.

“I have to wonder, though. Was that your tacit invitation to intimacy?” he asked. “God… I’m so happy!”

Deirdre felt a warm glow in her chest as the man threw his arms around her. They cuddled, enjoying their rare

moment of peace and completeness.

There was a commotion outside. Hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor, interrupted only by the hushed

voices of doctors and nurses. Deirdre could not see anything, but her ears were good enough that she raised her

head and looked at the door.

The door opened, revealing Declan, who looked in shock at the cuddling couple on the bed. Then, his shock melted

into a very, very suggestive smile.

“Man, aren’t you all just glad that it was me who came in? You two might accidentally teach sex education to any

unsuspecting kids like this!” he quipped. “Maybe I should even knock the next time I come in.”

Flustered, Deirdre pushed Kyran away from her and took a seat on the bed next to it. Meanwhile, Kyran glared a

little at his friend.

“What’s going on outside, Mr. King?” Deirdre asked in an attempt to change the subject. “What’s with the

commotion?”

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