Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 527 Something’s Weighing On Your Mind

It was as if Kyran had something he wanted to say…

Deirdre closed her eyes. Maybe she was overthinking it because she was pretty tired too. If Kyran had anything he wanted to tell her, he would just say so. There was no reason for secrets between the two of them at this stage of their relationship.

Deirdre slept soundly.

A long, long while later, her bedroom door creaked open.

A man snuck inside from that little crack, his movement featherlight and careful, to avoid waking up the young woman. He took his seat near her bed.

Moonlight sprayed into her room through her window and drenched her. Her skin was clear, like the surface of a silvery lake. As he studied her, her eyes gleamed with hunger while his lips curled into a shadow of a smile.

That was until, suddenly, the smile died.

It was as if someone had sucked away every oxygen in his lungs, and now his ribcage and its fleshy contents were imploding. His face paled, he knelt a little forward, and his eyes rested on the young woman’s abdomen. Her blanket covered it.

An uncontrollable urge sprung out from the depth of his mind and animated his hand into pulling the blanket away. His trembling fingertip traced invisible circles on the exposed abdomen.

child used to

have someone to call him ‘dad‘. The kid could have grown up in a happy family–the

it before any of that possibility was even given time to take shape. Then, as though his sin was not great enough, he blamed it all on Deirdre. He skewered her over her supposed abandonment of their child and vilified her for

Brighthall deserved to burn in

“Kyran?”

broke his train of thought. Kyran froze and raised his head instinctively. The young woman was staring at him groggily as his hand rested on

are you doing?” she asked, her

his hand as though he had

He could not explain.

in hers. “I get it. You’re hungry! I knew you’d be

trusted him so much that the fact that he had suddenly appeared

on Kyran’s

right with Kyran. Sitting up, she asked, “Hey, is

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felt a sting in his throat. He

was alarmed. “Is it about

“Me.”

“It’s about you?”

did something unforgivable when I was