Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 481 A Similar Coat

“Sorry, but once you find the original for these designs, please inform us.” Declan gave these photos and left with Kyran.

Kyran’s gaze turned to the direction of the bicycle. It prompted Declan to ask, “What’s wrong?”

He looked away. “Nothing.”

He felt hollow. Not having enough rest only exacerbated his unrest-he frequently looked as though he was a soulless husk wearing a pale, lifeless face.

Declan could not watch his friend any longer. “You gotta stop following me around, I think. You’ve only just recovered, and… now is the critical time to rest up.”

“I can’t,” Kyran replied candidly. Just the thought that Deirdre might have fallen off the cliff and died broke his heart. “I don’t know if she’s dead or alive! Even if she were dead… Even if she were dead, I would leave only after seeing her lifeless body right in front of me!”

The rising tides would gradually bring any flotsam to the shore, would it not? Even a dead body would end up here one day. He simply needed to wait. If all else failed, he would wait for her corpse.

Declan thought he was hopeless. “So what if you see her body? Are you so sure you won’t break down at the sight of it?”

He said nothing, pulled open the car door,

haplessly and drove

a while. It was only after he stormed inside his room- which gave her the space to clean up-she wheeled her bicycle into the yard

a woman’s coat. Judging from its fabric, she could immediately tell how superior its quality was compared

could not help but think about Hoyt’s frequent trips to the market. “Is that

talked to the village chief, “Honey? You won’t believe this. Our

head was still revolving around the clothes in the photos, so he did not care much about what his wife said. “Pfft, as he should be. How long has it been? What’s

it kill you to care about our son a little bit more?” Madame Leigh snapped, frustrated. She snatched the pictures away from him and added sourly, “What’s so important about these that you’d rather look at them

them back. This is more important than you might think. If

they were all feminine clothes, though one of them… Something about

she could recognize it, the village head snatched the pictures away and turned away from her on his bed. “You should go to sleep. I’m going to talk with everyone tomorrow,” he said. “Tryna prepare breakfast

“Okay.”

thought still buzzing in her head, she lay down

the next morning to find Hoyt all groomed and ready

“The market.”