Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 600 Kyran Is Me

'That must be it. Kyran wouldn't be gone for two days in a row.'

She wanted to seek the help of a waitress to check on the text messages on her phone, but she raised her head to

find a woman with a slim figure walking into her visual field.

"Hello.” Deirdre got up and passed the phone to the woman. "Would you please help me check if there are any

missed calls on my phone? I'm blind and can't see it.”

She spoke in a pleading tone, but the person did not respond at all.

Deirdre could not help feeling dejected and forced a smile. "I'm sorry for troubling you."

She walked away in an attempt to seek help from a waitress when Brendan was away. She had just walked past the

woman when she tripped over a foot in high heels that suddenly extended under her. Soon afterward, she felt her

body being shoved forward and lost her balance before toppling into the water instantly.

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The intense, ferocious feeling of drowning overwhelmed her. Her body sunk into the icy cold pool water while the

panic of being in darkness overpowered her like a rope tightening around her neck. She struggled frantically, yet

she could not scream out for help. On the contrary, the water surging into her mouth was choking her.

She felt suffocated and cold.

Deirdre's breathing was weakening bit by bit.

Brendan came back to find a woman who looked similar to Deirdre struggling in the water. On the other hand, her

seat was empty.

His eyes widened with anger instantly, and he dived into the pool without any hesitation.

"Deirdre! Deirdre McKinnon!"

He exhausted every ounce of strength he had to swim to the woman and scoop her out of the pool. He could not be

bothered about maintaining his image or that his expensive suit was a mess.

Joan's face turned pale.

The staff members were about to get into the water, yet Brendan still chose to jump in. He was carrying so many

expensive items on his body.' Does he not care about his phone and watch? Or is he incapable of thinking about

anything else other than to save Deirdre?*

Deirdre recovered from the brink of death when she could finally breathe air. She coughed ferociously and felt her

lungs burning with pain as if they were sliced open with a knife.

Brendan swam with her to the land. Deirdre could not refrain from feeling nauseous and vomited as soon as she

got to the ground. Her body was frozen stiff, and her mind went blank from the cold.

"Are you alright?" Brendan wiped away the water droplets on her face.

There was only deep concern in his dark eyes. "Should we go to a hospital?"

Deirdre shook her head. She raised the phone she was clutching tightly to show Brendan by the time she regained

her strength to speak.

Brendan said with a frown, "What is it?"

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"The... The phone..." Deirdre gasped for air loudly. Even though her face was already ghastly pale, she was only

focused on one thing. "Tell me, is it damaged?"

Brendan's expression was unpleasant as he looked at the water-damaged phone. He clutched Deirdre’s weak,

skinny arm and said, "Deirdre! You almost died, but all you care about is your phone?"

Deirdre felt as if her throat was on fire and coughed violently. She managed to soothe her throat with great effort

and endured the pain radiating from her arm. She said stubbornly, ‘Tell me, is it damaged?"

Brendan said through his gritted teeth, "It's damaged."

The disappointment in Deirdre's eyes could not be concealed. Her body was shivering in the cold, but all she said

was, "I won't be able to take his call anymore. I won't be able to take his call anymore..."

Brendan felt as if his chest would burst with anger. He wished that he could tell Deirdre, "I am him! The man you

think about all day long, the man named Kyran Reed, is me! He is right beside you! He is right in front of you!"

Still, his senses forced him to hold back the urge.

It was because he was well aware that Deirdre would give him a tight slap if he were to say that.

He was scared of seeing Deirdre's hateful gaze because it would make his heart bleed.

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