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.

would never treat her this gently, either. The Devil’s only desire was dominance

just to apologize?” She wondered aloud. It would make sense, after all. Kyran was not one of the villagers.

on her palm,

instead! It was going to be a nasty fall had you not caught me right on

‘Help you,’ he said.

took some of her gardening tools and began to help

man was already scooping up dirt and soil. She quietly

her, and she began to enjoy her rare break. Closing her eyes, she

felt someone watching her. Kyran had

God, that was… Sorry.

moment and proceeded to write on

her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sun. He thought she was beautiful in her authenticity-there was not a trace of pretentiousness or

the tips of her ear had turned scarlet. It had been a while since she heard anyone praise her-Tobey never tried to compliment her outright

there was an overwhelming wave of sincerity in every stroke of