Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 678 Charlene, Released Without

Charge Deirdre listened to Kyran panting under his breath and laced her fingers with his to comfort him.

Casting her eyes to the floor, she asked, "Mr.King, do you know why he drank that much?"

Declan stiffened for a second and flashed her a smile.

"I could answer you on other days, but this time, believe me...I have not the slightest clue.Maybe it was work.Maybe he had a bad day.I actually thought you would know better since you're his significant other."Deirdre was hard-pressed for a reply because he was right.She was Kyran’s closest partner—she should have been his confidante.

Yet, Kyran seemed to be hiding things from her.

Even if she knew it was for her good or for her sake, it pained her to remember just how much Kyran stomached on his own.

And now, after shouldering the burden alone for so long, this happened.

Deirdre exhaled a long sigh and turned to Declan.

"It’s getting late, Mr.King.You should take some rest.I’ll take care of him."

He was already nearing fatigue—she could hear it leaking into his voice even as he joked.

Declan rubbed against his temple.

"Well, then.I’m not going to pass up that offer, that’s for sure.I’ll still be around, though.Just holler if you’re tired and need to rest for a bit."

"Will do."

a basin

dipped the towel into the bath and

was meticulous and gingerly,

not to wake Kyran up, but

delirium, he suddenly locked his

"Dee..."

to him as

"I’m here.Kyran."

seemed oblivious to her answer and doggedly repeated her name, cluing the young woman that he had not woken

was just sleeptalking through what was likely

Deirdre chose to

"I’m here."

"Dee...I'm so sorry."

Deirdre was up, she realized it was

realized she was already lying on the bed and changed into

Are you

No one answered.

not help but feel dismayed at the

herself and climbed

opened the door and met Kyran face-to-face, who threw his arms around her before pulling her tightly into

already? If you’re still tired, you should go

and gripping a fistful of his shirt

in question gingerly ran

worrying you," he replied,