Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 442

Chapter 442 So Was That Your Tacit Invitation?

“Why, Kyran? Why do you think I’m… like this?”

Bitterness tinged her last question. She was angry-angry at the incomprehensibility of her own emotions.

Kyran’s hand ran down her back, his expression serene. “Deirdre, you don’t feel joy over anyone’s death because you’re that kind-hearted. Your happiness doesn’t need to be built on anyone’s pain.”

“But I should be happy! Shouldn’t I?”

“Deirdre?” Kyran lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Do you still love him?”

“Love who?”

“Him.”

She shook her head with all her might. Tears of bitter, painful anger rolled out of her cheeks. “Love!? I hate him! I hate him so much… it’s wearing me out…”

“So, you’ll never forgive him, no matter what he does?”

There was not a shred of hesitancy in her response.”Never!”

Kyran was taken aback by how quickly her answer sprung.

silence brewed a quiet sense of unease in

“Nothing. I was just thinking. If you are that sure of your

about his word choice implied sadness. Deirdre did not notice it

She stiffened.

conviction as unshakable as you’ve imagined? Or is

you gave me were pretty good indicators, right? It wasn’t pity or sympathy. You just hate him so much it wore you out

unease had nothing. to do with Brendan himself. She felt perturbed because she had rejected Madame Brighthall’s plea for help-because she cared about that

did not want her to send off her son, who was still in the prime of his youth, when she should have

her own sentiments now. Her lip

rather you thanked

was stunned. ‘A-Another

meant. The man’s breath was beating down on her-rhythmic, heavy. Closer. A

melted together, Deirdre’s

in his fingers. Her senses became a blur. When her lucidity. returned a little, she realized she

rhythm.

burnt. “K-Kyran, n-not now…

quivering tongue was tripping itself. “T-This is

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