Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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 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.

was of the stranger. Brendan would never apologize for something so trivial and insignificant. He would never treat her this

It would make sense, after all. Kyran was not one of the villagers. He could not have

tapped on her

It was going to be a nasty fall had you not

‘Help you,’ he said.

gardening tools and began to help

but the man was already scooping up dirt and soil. She quietly thanked

companion. The silence eased her, and she began to enjoy her rare break. Closing

felt someone watching her. Kyran had stopped his

“Oh God, that was… Sorry. You were so quiet,

and proceeded to write

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

while since she heard anyone praise her-Tobey never

overwhelming wave of sincerity in every stroke of his finger, as though