Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 313 Pretty

Deirdre lifted her head and pursed her soft lips into a polite smile.

She was mesmerizing. Despite the absence of life in her damaged eyes, something in her face radiated. It summoned a wave within Kyran’s chest so violent that he had to press his lips thin to battle the urge.

He extended his fingertip and wrote on her palm, ‘No need.” Then, a moment later, he wrote, ‘Sorry for last

time.”

Deirdre stiffened a little, then she understood him. He was talking about their meeting during the musical. He had hurt her forehead.

“It’s okay,” Deirdre replied, smiling. “I misunderstood you, that’s all. You just wanted to help. Besides, my forehead was pretty much healed by nighttime.”

The man gave no response for a long beat before writing. I’m still sorry.”

He knew how uncomfortable Deirdre was when a stranger touched her, so he had been writing on her palm with a tin layer of tissue between his finger and her skin. His fingertip lingered in the middle of her hand before waltzing around to form a string of words, tickling her.

wrong she was of the stranger. Brendan would never apologize for something so trivial and insignificant. He would never treat her

She wondered aloud. It would make sense, after all. Kyran was not one

tapped on

I should have thanked you instead! It was going to be a nasty fall had you not

‘Help you,’ he said.

her gardening

scooping up dirt and

her rare break. Closing

her. Kyran had stopped

was… Sorry. You were so

thought for a moment and proceeded to write on her

sun. He thought she was beautiful in her authenticity-there was not a trace of pretentiousness or affectation in her demeanor, and it

recovered, she realized belatedly that the tips of her ear had turned scarlet. It had been a while since she heard anyone praise her-Tobey

yet, there was an overwhelming wave of sincerity in every stroke of