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."

walked out of the room as Deirdre released her grip.She drew a basin of hot water in the bathroom and requested a clean

into the bath and began

meticulous and gingerly, her

to wake Kyran up, but he still seemed rather

state of groggy delirium, he suddenly locked his fingers with

"Dee..."

to him as soon as she

"I’m here.Kyran."

He seemed oblivious to her answer and doggedly repeated her name,

through what

chose to answer

"I’m here."

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

Deirdre was up, she

realized she was already lying on the bed

Are you

No one answered.

help but feel dismayed

herself and

his

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

cried out instead, tightening her arms around him and gripping a fistful of his shirt

young man in question gingerly ran

for worrying you," he replied,