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?”

froze. He said nothing, pulled open

haplessly and drove

which gave her the space to clean up-she wheeled her bicycle into the yard and remembered something. She

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

help but think about Hoyt’s frequent trips to the market. “Is that kid… trying to win someone’s heart or something?” she asked aloud

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

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 the point of obsessing over a girl the

Madame Leigh snapped, frustrated. She snatched the pictures away from him and added sourly, “What’s so important

“Give them back. This is more important than you might think. If we find her, we’ll get at least 72,000

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

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

“Okay.”

that thought still buzzing in her head, she lay down and sank

up the next morning to find Hoyt all groomed and ready to leave.

“The market.”