Chapter 442 So Was That Your Tacit Invitation?

“Why, Kyran? Why do you think I’m… like this?”

Bitterness tinged her last question. She was angry-angry at the incomprehensibility of her own emotions.

Kyran’s hand ran down her back, his expression serene. “Deirdre, you don’t feel joy over anyone’s death because you’re that kind-hearted. Your happiness doesn’t need to be built on anyone’s pain.”

“But I should be happy! Shouldn’t I?”

“Deirdre?” Kyran lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Do you still love him?”

“Love who?”

“Him.”

She shook her head with all her might. Tears of bitter, painful anger rolled out of her cheeks. “Love!? I hate him! I hate him so much… it’s wearing me out…”

“So, you’ll never forgive him, no matter what he does?”

There was not a shred of hesitancy in her response.”Never!”

quickly her answer

sense of unease in her.

you are

his word choice implied sadness. Deirdre did

She stiffened.

you are? Is your conviction as unshakable as you’ve imagined? Or is there

The answers you gave me were pretty good indicators, right? It wasn’t pity or sympathy. You just hate him so much it wore you

cast her eyes to the floor. She knew that the real source of her unease had nothing. to do with Brendan himself. She felt perturbed because she had rejected Madame Brighthall’s

simply did not want her to suffer the loss of her one last family member. She did not want her to send off her son, who was

sentiments now. Her lip curled. “Thanks,

you thanked

was stunned. ‘A-Another

The man’s breath was beating down on her-rhythmic, heavy.

lips melted together, Deirdre’s fingers

became a blur. When her lucidity. returned a little, she realized she was already

“K-Kyran, n-not now… We can’t do

tongue was tripping itself. “T-This is a

man froze and suddenly broke out

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