Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 306 Do You Have Someone You Like?

As Madame Russell was speaking, she winked at Tobey

Tobey took the hint swiftly. Noticing that Deirdre was still hesitant, he said smilingly, “Don’t worry about my mother, Deirdre. She still has sewing work to do and is not interested in watching musicals. We shall go ahead ourselves and consider it a diversion. You’ve been busy with the yard for days, so it’s time for you to rest and relax your mind.”

Deirdre agreed with his remark. Some enjoyed musicals, and those who did not would find them boring. Perhaps Madame Russell would find it a waste of time if she were to go.

“Alright then, Tobey and I shall go.”

“Go, go!” Madame Russell wanted to shut the door eagerly. “It will be fine even if you come home late!”

After the door was shut, Tobey cleared his throat and said, “That’s just how my mother is. She’s always so easily excitable. She is not trying to do anything. She just doesn’t want you to feel lonely. Don’t mind her”

“I know.” Deirdre lowered her gaze and chuckled softly, feeling warm and fuzzy in her chest.

She could feel that she was smiling more during the time she spent with the Russells, even though her heart hidden in her chest cavity was still so scarred and battered by someone that it could only beat.

assigned seats by the staff members, and it did not take long before the

to the cast’s elated voices, Tobey said softly, “Don’t

“What?”

screening that the people. commonly enjoy.

and figured that Tobey was right indeed. She could not figure

those developers enjoy watching musicals, but it is actually a good thing for you because you can listen to

played with voices and songs. The ambiance was controlled to perfection, and Deirdre felt as if she was experiencing it personally, albeit

the other hand, Tobey could not take his eyes off Deirdre’s face for a moment next to

her face did not change for the slightest bit. Her eyes were lowered, and the lighting on the stage illuminated her face and charmed Tobey at every

His heart was racing.

her side halfway through the musical and turned her face subconsciously.

situation by letting out a muffled laugh. “How are you so sensitive?

her question straightforwardly, but his remark insinuated that he was

and said, “I can’t explain it either. Perhaps this is how our sensory