Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 536

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Chapter 536 Was That Voice Ms. McKinnon

It was at this moment that Kyran came down with a towel in his hand. When he saw Deirdre answering the phone

belonging to Brendan, his face turned white in an instant.

“Deirdre! Who’s calling?” asked Kyran nervously as he hurriedly went down the staircase and stared at Deirdre.

Deirdre handed him the phone. “I don’t know. It might be someone calling the wrong number because there’s no

voice at the other end.”

Kyran received the phone, took a glance at the name on the screen, hung up the phone, and said, “It’s indeed a

wrong number as I don’t recognize it.”

Deirdre nodded. Following that, she asked with confusion, “Since when do you have two phones? Why didn’t I know

that?”

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Kyran usually switched off the phone belonging to Brendan and locked it in a drawer. He would usually switch it on

to make a call only when needed. He had brought it out today because he needed it, but he didn’t expect to receive

a call while he was taking a shower.

Kyran forced himself to be calm and recollected. “My phone accidentally got wet, and the receptor didn’t work very

well. Thus, I bought a phone when I went out today.”

“Oh, so that’s the phone you bought today.” Deirdre was convinced.

She felt she shouldn’t have thought too much.

“Do you think the vase of flowers on the table is beautiful?” She shifted the focus to the bouquet.

Seeing the flowers he had personally plucked in the vase, Kyran was pleased. “Yes, it’s indeed beautiful.”

“They should be able to last longer by putting them in a vase on a table.” While touching the petals with her hands,

she could feel some were still stained with morning dew, and she enjoyed the sweet fragrance of the flowers too.

“It’s getting late. Are you hungry yet?”

“Yes.”

“Let me cook you spaghetti.” Deirdre carefully put away the vase of flowers and went into the kitchen.

The last hint of a smile disappeared from Kyran’s eyes. Frowning, he stared at the phone. He paced to a side and

redialed the number.

Soon, the other party answered the call, and Sam’s excited voice sounded. “Mr. Brighthall! Was that the voice of

Miss McKinnon? So, this is the reason you aren’t returning to Neve. She is not dead, right? You found her?”

Kyran kept looking in the direction of the kitchen as he replied indifferently, “This is beyond

your duty.”

There was a sudden silence, and Sam’s voice became hoarse. “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought she was dead, I

thought-”

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“Sam, just take it as if she is dead because she will never return to Neve, and I’ll not take her back either. She’ll

have a better new life,” warned Kyran with his voice raised.

Sam felt a lump in his throat, and his chest tightened. However, it might be a good thing for Deirdre.

“Anything for calling?” said Kyran.

Suppressing the suffocating feeling, Sam said slowly, “You’ll have to come back…”

After listening to Sam’s explanation, Kyran’s face turned gloomy, and his eyes betrayed his mixed feelings. After

recollecting himself, he said, “I’ll give you the address. Come and pick me.”

Kyran then ended the call, went into the kitchen, and saw Deirdre with her hair tied up, carefully preparing the

seasoning. Kyran reached out his hands and hugged her from her

back.

Upon smelling Kyran’s fragrance after taking a shower, Deirdre smiled. “Did you finish the phone call?”

“Did you hear it?”

“Yes, a little bit. I heard you were talking with somebody.”

With complicated feelings, Kyran said, “Let’s have our meal first.”

“Oh, sure. Then, I’ll serve the spaghetti first. The spaghetti is tasty only when served hot.”

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