Resent, Reject, Regret

“It’s fine!” Deirdre said quickly. She wished she could bury herself in embarrassment and said softly, “I can walk… I haven’t touched the ground for a long time, so my legs are slightly weak…”

“Is that so?” Kyran held back his laughter when he spoke.

“It must be because I was too hard on you last night. I didn’t know that you were so fragile. Should I be more gentle next time?”

Deirdre was extremely embarrassed. “What do you mean next time? I don’t understand.”

She wanted to run into the bathroom, but Kyran wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace first.

“Why are you running away?” He kissed her forehead smilingly.

Deirdre bit her lower lip. “You’re mean. You tease me when you know I’m shy.”

“What’s there to be shy of when you’re going to be my wife in the future, and it’s only perfectly justified for us to do this?” Kyran bit her lip once and said, “Or are you telling me that I didn’t please you enough?”

Deirdre had a hard time speaking.

She had no idea what the definition of ‘pleasing’ was, but she found that yesterday was indeed… enjoyable.

her head in Kyran’s chest because she was too

her hair and suddenly said,

raised her head

everything of mine will disappear eventually. I feel like I’m a bad

to be yours?” Deirdre blinked and stretched out her hand to touch Kyran’s face. “Are you

“Hmm.”

felt astonished upon receiving the answer. She felt rather and said with puffed up cheeks, “Why do you feel that way? Kyran, I naturally

her lower

dimness in his dark eyes vanished. He bit

“I’m joking with you.”

felt relieved and punched him. “You’ve gone too

held her hands and kissed her on the side of her

the doorbell downstairs

“Someone’s here?”

loosened his grip . “It’s possibly Declan. However, didn’t he mention

Both of them went downstairs, with Kyran