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.

realized how wrong she was of the stranger. Brendan would never apologize for something so trivial and insignificant. He would never treat her this gently, either. The Devil’s only desire was dominance and possession-to equate Brendan to someone like

come here just to apologize?” She wondered aloud. It would make sense, after all. Kyran was not

man tapped on

Mr. Reed. I should have thanked you instead! It was going to be a nasty

‘Help you,’ he said.

gardening tools and

first, Deirdre had wanted to stop him, but the man was already scooping

muteness made him a very quiet companion. The silence eased her, and she began to enjoy her rare break. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to feel the warmth of the winter sun

felt someone watching her. Kyran had stopped his

How could she forget that someone else was with her? “Oh God, that was… Sorry. You were so quiet, I forgot you were here. I must have looked really silly

for a moment and proceeded to write on her

enjoyed the sun. He thought she was beautiful in her authenticity-there was not

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

overwhelming wave of sincerity in every stroke