Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 528 I Wish I Could Become Kyran Reed

Deirdre climbed out of her bed, but Kyran stopped her. “Where are you going? It’s cold!”

“I’m going to reheat dinner.”

Kyran frowned. “I can do it myself.”

“I’ll be fine. In fact, I’ll keep you company.”

She put on her coat and went downstairs, where the food was already cold. Instead of sending them into the

microwave, she took some spaghetti and green vegetables from the fridge.

Confused, Kyran asked, “Weren’t you supposed to reheat dinner?”

Deirdre pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I thought for a moment and changed my mind. I don’t think it’s

good to have something with that much kick and flavor in the dead of night, so I decided to make something mild

and tame, like… a bowl of spaghetti. You just have to wait for a few minutes. Once the water’s boiling, I can make

simple veggie spaghetti.”

She turned away from him and set her attention to the meal.

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Kyran watched her back, his face pale. And then, within minutes, a steaming bowl of spaghetti with some leafy

green greeted him.

He froze.

When was it again?

Their marriage. This used to happen a lot back then.

She used to wait for him to come home from work. The sound of the tires scrunching against the road would wake

her up, and she would gushingly run up to him and ask him about his day, and then…

She would make food for him.

And he would never give her the time of his day. The first thing he would do was go all the way to the second floor

and check on Charlene.

Steam was pouring out of the bowl like a geyser. Kyran grabbed a fork and began scooping them up and stuffing

them into his mouth. It stung his mouth. He thought he had stuck a burning iron rod inside for a moment. He

sputtered.

“H–Hey! Spit it out! God, I’ll get you water!”

She poured him a glass of cold water and pushed it toward him. Her face was pale with worry. “What’s with the

hurry? Are you that hungry? It was piping hot, Kyran. You will get hurt.”

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He drank a big gulp until his mouth finally felt better. From the reflection, it seemed like his eyes were red. “I’m

okay,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the bowl. After a while, he wolfed it down again.

His tongue had gone numb from the previous ordeal–he could no longer taste the spaghetti. And yet, he ate it as

though it was the most precious food in the world. He would not even leave the sauce alone.

Deirdre propped her chin on her hand. “Seconds?”

“Yes!”

She dumped whatever was left of the pot into his bowl, and yet even she thought it was too much for a man. “Huh?

You should just eat half of it.”

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Kyran agreed, but he did not mean it. He finished it completely as if worried that the spaghetti would Heed

disappear if he did not. His stomach was protesting in pain from all of it, but he still ate it down to the last bit.

He pushed an empty bowl back to Deirdre. She lifted it and was immediately shocked at how light it felt.” You

finished it?”

Kyran fought his discomfort and replied, “Yeah. It was so good. Your skill hasn’t dulled one bit.”

“Hasn’t dulled one bit?“” She was perplexed, but she figured that he might have meant she was generally a good

cook. Frowning, she asked, “Are you sure you’ll be fine? You ate a lot. I don’t think you can sleep well.”

“I’m fine.”

Deirdre’s prognosis was right. Kyran threw up three times in his bathroom, and his stomach refused to be at ease.

His face was stricken with tears, but they were born from pain.

After all, when he looked at himself in the mirror, all he saw was the same cold, stoic expression.

Someone knocked on his door. Worried that it might be Deirdre, he kept quiet until Declan said, “It’s just me.”

He washed his face and opened the door, and his friend gave him gastric medicine. “Here.”

“You saw?” asked Kyran, unabashed. He threw two pills into his mouth.

“Yeah. It was like watching an amateur live–stream host, where the idiot tried to down three people’s worth of

spaghetti. Thanks, I hate it. I don’t even need a crystal ball to know that someone’s going to have a rough night.”

Declan had been a little shocked by his friend’s action, but then again, maybe he was not. Kyran was just like that.

The shadow of a smile settled on Kyran’s lips, but it did not reach his eyes.

Suddenly, he said something completely off–topic. “If only I could become Kyran Reed.”

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