Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 313 Pretty

Deirdre lifted her head and pursed her soft lips into a polite smile.

She was mesmerizing. Despite the absence of life in her damaged eyes, something in her face radiated. It

summoned a wave within Kyran’s chest so violent that he had to press his lips thin to battle the urge.

He extended his fingertip and wrote on her palm, ‘No need.” Then, a moment later, he wrote, ‘Sorry for last time.”

Deirdre stiffened a little, then she understood him. He was talking about their meeting during the musical. He had

hurt her forehead.

“It’s okay,” Deirdre replied, smiling. “I misunderstood you, that’s all. You just wanted to help. Besides, my forehead

was pretty much healed by nighttime.”

The man gave no response for a long beat before writing. I’m still sorry.”

He knew how uncomfortable Deirdre was when a stranger touched her, so he had been writing on her palm with a

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tin layer of tissue between his finger and her skin. His fingertip lingered in the middle of her hand before waltzing

around to form a string of words, tickling her.

Deirdre froze and realized how wrong she was of the stranger. Brendan would never apologize for something so

trivial and insignificant. He would never treat her this gently, either. The Devil’s only desire was dominance and

possession-to equate Brendan to someone like Kyran was an unkind insult.

“Did you come here just to apologize?” She wondered aloud. It would make sense, after all. Kyran was not one of

the villagers. He could not have possibly walked past her yard by chance.

The man tapped on her palm, signaling yes.

She giggled. “You didn’t have to, Mr. Reed. I should have thanked you instead! It was going to be a nasty fall had

you not caught me right on time.”

‘Help you,’ he said.

He took some of her gardening tools and began to help out.

At first, Deirdre had wanted to stop him, but the man was already scooping up dirt and soil. She quietly thanked him

and picked up the uprooted weeds.

His muteness made him a very quiet companion. The silence eased her, and she began to enjoy her rare break.

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to feel the warmth of the winter sun showering on her skin.

Suddenly, Deirdre felt someone watching her. Kyran had stopped his work.

She was embarrassed. How could she forget that someone else was with her? “Oh God, that was… Sorry. You were

so quiet, I forgot you were here. I must have looked really silly to you, huh?”

The man thought for a moment and proceeded to write on her hand, “You are pretty.”

He thought she was beautiful when she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sun. He thought she

was beautiful in her authenticity-there was not a trace of pretentiousness or affectation in her demeanor, and it

was just beautiful to him.

Deirdre was stunned. By the time she recovered, she realized belatedly that the tips of her ear had turned scarlet.

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It had been a while since she heard anyone praise her-Tobey never tried to compliment her outright of course, it

was likely because she hated them since flattery only embarrassed her.

And yet, there was an overwhelming wave of sincerity in every stroke of his finger, as though he was

carving his words into her heart. His eyes seemed to be penetrating her own-his ardor was unencumbered nor

disguised in them.

She retracted her hand, self-conscious. “T-Thanks.”

The man did not make any move. He simply stared at the reddening tip of her ears before returning to work.

“Dee Dee? Time to take a break, hon. It’s lunchtime. I’ve made your favorite dish toda- Aye?”

Madame Russell had strode into the yard from outside as she spoke, and as soon as her eyes befell on an uninvited

guest, she faltered. Warily, she asked, “Who is this?”

Deirdre rose to her feet. “Madame Russell? This is Mr. Kyran Reed. He’s Mr. King’s friend.”

“Mr. King’s friend?” The older woman echoed as she surveyed the man. Not even his nondescript getup. rolled-up

sleeves, and stint in the field could disguise his regality. Nobody could be fooled into thinking he was one of the

ordinary masses.

Besides, the expensive watch on his wrist basically betrayed his social standing. And by God, the gap between him

and the villagers was just too stark to miss.

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