Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 678 Charlene, Released Without Charge

Deirdre listened to Kyran panting under his breath and laced her fingers with his to comfort him. Casting her eyes

to the floor, she asked, “Mr. King, do you know why he drank that much?"

Declan stiffened for a second and flashed her a smile. "I could answer you on other days, but this time, believe

me... I have not the slightest clue.

Maybe it was work. Maybe he had a bad day. I actually thought you would know better since you’re his significant

other."

Deirdre was hard-pressed for a reply because he was right. She was

Kyran's closest partner-she should have been his confidante. Yet, Kyran seemed to be hiding things from her. Even

if she knew it was for her good or for her sake, it pained her to remember just how much Kyran stomached on his

own.

And now, after shouldering the burden alone for so long, this happened.

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Deirdre exhaled a long sigh and turned to Declan. “It’s getting late, Mr.

King. You should take some rest. I’ll take care of him."

He was already nearing fatigue-she could hear it leaking into his voice even as he joked.

Declan rubbed against his temple. "Well, then. I’m not going to pass up that offer, that’s for sure. I’ll still be around,

though. Just holler if you're tired and need to rest for a bit."

"Will do."

He walked out of the room as Deirdre released her grip. She drew a basin of hot water in the bathroom and

requested a clean towel from Fionn.

After that, she dipped the towel into the bath and began cleaning Kyran's arms and neck.

She was meticulous and gingerly, her movement featherlight. She was careful not to wake Kyran up, but he still

seemed rather agitated. Then, in a state of groggy delirium, he suddenly locked his fingers with Deirdre's. "Dee 1»

Deirdre leaned close to him as soon as she heard him. "I’m here. Kyran."

"Dee!"

He seemed oblivious to her answer and doggedly repeated her name, cluing the young woman that he had not

woken up yet. He was just sleeptalking through what was likely an unpleasant dream.

Nonetheless, Deirdre chose to answer him. "I'm here."

"Dee... I'm so sorry." 1

When Deirdre was up, she realized it was morning already. Opening her eyes, she realized she was already lying on

the bed and changed into comfortable sleepwear. "Kyran? Are you there?" she asked.

No one answered. She could not help but feel dismayed at the silence. Still, she steeled herself and climbed out of

bed.

She opened the door and met Kyran face-to-face, who threw his arms around her before pulling her tightly into his

chest.

"You're up already? If you're still tired, you should go back to bed!"

"Kyran!" she cried out instead, tightening her arms around him and gripping a fistful of his shirt with all her might.

The young man in question gingerly ran his fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry for worrying you," he replied, his

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voice raspy.

She shook her head and allowed herself to calm down. "Are you having a hangover? You must feel like cr*p even

more than I do!"

Kyran chuckled. 'That's a twist. I thought you'd ask me what happened first thing in the morning."

"I know you've got your reasons, so I'll wait,” Deirdre replied after a brief moment of silence. "Because I know you’ll

tell me when you're ready."

Shock flitted through Kyran's eyes-her unreserved faith in him was completely unexpected. Fingers trembling, he

pulled her back into his arms and breathed hard. "I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything, all of it, when things...

When things are finally settled down. I promise.”

Deirdre had assumed she would have found out about things from Kyran, but it turned out she had forgotten about

other means to know.

The world-flipping news broke to her after all.

"What the h*ll did you just say!?"

"Miss McKinnon, please calm down. We can't continue this conversation like this, ma'am."

Deirdre's eyes were trembling. The police were telling her to calm down but ... How was she supposed to calm

down!?

Especially when Charlene was released without charge one day before her trial!

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