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.

something urgent from work and he

pushed the door open, expecting illumination to

or his study on this

Deirdre began to feel anxious. He had not been himself today, as if he was hiding something from her. Putting

stop stopped her train of thought. When the door to his study opened, Deirdre was mulling over whether she should

is that you?” she called

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

the storm waking me up. I couldn’t find you in our room, though. Where have

look of weariness on his face. He considered her face, caressed her cheek, and

to our

was not lost

she nodded and dropped her question. They returned to their room, and

so I had to go out to

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