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!”

was taken aback by how quickly her

a quiet sense

I was just thinking. If you are that

something about his word choice implied sadness. Deirdre

She stiffened.

Is your conviction as unshakable as you’ve imagined? Or is there a soft spot in your heart this whole time, and this confusion you’re

didn’t you? The answers you gave me were pretty good indicators, right? It wasn’t pity or sympathy. You

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 plea for help-because she cared about

her to send off her son, who was still in the prime of

own sentiments

you thanked me in

stunned.

other way meant. The man’s breath was beating down on her-rhythmic, heavy. Closer. A puff escaped from his

melted together, Deirdre’s fingers

a blur. When her lucidity. returned a little, she realized she was already lying on his bed, and his

“K-Kyran, n-not now… We can’t do

tongue was tripping itself. “T-This

man froze and suddenly

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