Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 675

Deirdre started to hate storms and their thunderclaps ever since she was incarcerated. Her sight had only been robbed back then. Aside from how hard it was to acclimate to that darkness she could no longer escape, she had to avoid being tormented by other prisoners who were all too happy to capitalize on her blindness.

A single clap of thunder used to frighten her so much that she would shake despite herself. But since her life had gone back to normal, she had rarely been this panicked.

Shutting her eyes, Deirdre wiped away beads of cold sweat from her face and turned on her side to face where the man was.

She reached her fingernails out to the comforter wrapped around him and opened her eyes suddenly.

“Kyran?”

Deirdre ran her hands through his side of the bed. It was empty and cold. He was gone.

When did he leave? Where did he go?

Deirdre lost her sleep. She swiped her shirt hanging from the side of her pillow, put it on, slipped into her shoes, and went outside.

moment and decided to visit his study. Maybe there was something urgent

more silence. She pushed the door open, expecting illumination to flare in her vague, blurry world, and got nothing. He was

his study on this stormy night?

He had not been himself today, as if he was hiding something from

train of thought. When the door to his study opened, Deirdre was mulling over

you?” she

shudder a little. Alarmed, he stepped forward and asked, “Why are you here? You’re not even wearing your clothes properly!

storm waking me up. I couldn’t find you in our room,

face. He considered her face, caressed her cheek, and decided to leave

back to our

lost on Deirdre, whose heart sank a

question. They returned to their room, and

on my side, so I had to go out to

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