Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 604 I Just Want to Tell Kyran I'm Doing Fine

"What is it for? To call that man?"

Deirdre did not try to deny it. "I haven’t been in contact with him for a while by now, and with my phone going awry... I worry that he might try to call me and get no answer. So, I thought I had to call him first. Tell him I’m doing fine."

Brendan's thoughts began to clash with one another. The phone he used to roleplay Kyran was damaged as well when he dove into the pool. If Deirdre called it now, Brendan could not answer it. And Deirdre would definitely begin to imagine paranoia-fueling scenarios.

He turned to the bellboy. "It's alright. You can go now."

The bellboy stiffened a little. "Uh, what about the phone?"

'Take it away.”

Deirdre's eyes trembled. Grabbing Brendan's robe by his collar, she protested. "No, don't do this. Just this one call, Brendan. One call. I just need to tell him my phone is busted. Please..."

He frowned. "Have I ever stopped you from talking to that man, McKinnon? I'm not trying to drive a wedge between the two of you. I'm just asking, is this really the right time to call? He's probably resting at this hour... as you should. Instead, just wait. I'll give you your repaired phone tomorrow and let you talk to him then."

"You mean it?"

resolve. "There isn't a reason for me to bluff about

"Okay."

"Good night."

to take a breather but to get changed. When the receptionist saw him up and about, she was startled. "Mr. Brighthall!

the nearest cell phone store around

moment. "Well, there are everywhere, aren't they? But it's pretty late now, sir. I

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all of them. I just need one to still be open at

dumbfounded. What the heck was

impatience? It was close to the middle of the night now, and the

and wrote some addresses

Brendan took it and

cell phone stores in the area were closed around 6:00 p.m. At a time like 10:30 p.m., most of the addresses simply led Brendan to locked doors after locked doors. It was only by the fifth location that he bumped into the owner, who had just

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