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.

and Deirdre’s child used to

that kid had lived… The man would have someone to call him ‘dad‘. The kid could have grown

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 failing to

Brighthall deserved to

“Kyran?”

instinctively. The young woman was staring at him groggily as his hand

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

had just touched something hot.

He could not explain.

“I get it. You’re hungry! I knew you’d be hungry if you skipped

much that the fact that he had suddenly appeared in her room

trust weighed on Kyran’s heart

was not right with Kyran. Sitting up, she asked, “Hey, is something weighing on

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a sting in his throat. He hummed. “Yeah. There’s

it about Mr. King,

“Me.”

“It’s about you?”

something unforgivable