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.

used to

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

was even given time to take shape. Then, as though his sin was not great enough, he blamed it all on Deirdre.

Brighthall deserved to

“Kyran?”

of thought. Kyran froze and raised his head instinctively. The young woman was staring at

you doing?” she asked, her confusion audible. Sleep

retracted his hand as though he had just touched something hot.

He could not explain.

hungry! I knew you’d be hungry if you skipped

him so much that the fact that he had suddenly appeared in her room did

trust weighed on

finally occurred to Deirdre that something was not right with Kyran. Sitting up, she

52105mething’s Weighing On Your

looked at her and felt a sting in his

“Is it about Mr. King,

“Me.”

“It’s about you?”

something unforgivable when