Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 495 I’m Not Going to Marry You Yet

Kyran was stunned. He clenched his fists in secret. His heart began to pick up its pace, but then the stinging pain on the back of his palm calmed him down. He typed on his phone and asked, “What about now?”

Deirdre lowered her head. “I already know that you’re not Brendan, and I’ve made up my mind,” she said. ” I shouldn’t have suspected your identity just because someone told me that you’re not Kyran. After all, we’re a couple, and I should have faith in you.”

“Yeah,” Kyran replied bitterly. “Deirdre, I’ll never be the person you talk about. I’m Kyran, your Kyran.”

“My Kyran?” Deirdre lowered her head. It seemed to her that Kyran was really good with lovers’ prattle, and she felt a bit embarrassed.

Kyran put his hand on hers and asked, “Deirdre, do you hate that guy very much?”

Deirdre froze. Then, pain and suffering entered her eyes. It took her a few moments to calm herself down and take a deep breath. “Yes. I hate him. His existence is a nightmare for me. He destroyed everything I once held dear, so… I won’t forgive him for the rest of my life.”

Kyran felt hurt, as if someone had stabbed him in his heart after listening to Deirdre. He gazed deeply at the woman in front of him and typed, “Don’t worry, Deirdre. You won’t be able to see him again for the rest of your life.”

rest of my

She did not know what made Kyran say that, so

Neve. There’s no way he’ll leave the Brighthall Group behind and come to look for you

“You’re right,” replied Deirdre.

in Neve. As long as she went to Germia, she

on the blanket seemed to be enlarging indefinitely in her blurry

heard her question,

his grip even though he was coughing and trembling. At that time, she was certain that the

and said, “Please don’t

tell Mr. King when your wound became inflamed, you ate cold lunch boxes, and you crooked the needle inside you just now. You have poor health, and if you don’t stop doing this, I’m afraid you’ll collapse

care of myself for you, Miss McKinnon. I’ll promise you that I won’t die before you and make you a

‘A widow?’

I haven’t

and his lips were parched. However, his movement was