Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 678 Charlene, Released Without Charge

Deirdre listened to Kyran panting under his breath and laced her fingers with his to comfort him. Casting her eyes to the floor, she asked, “Mr. King, do you know why he drank that much?"

Declan stiffened for a second and flashed her a smile. "I could answer you on other days, but this time, believe me... I have not the slightest clue.

Maybe it was work. Maybe he had a bad day. I actually thought you would know better since you’re his significant other."

Deirdre was hard-pressed for a reply because he was right. She was

Kyran's closest partner-she should have been his confidante. Yet, Kyran seemed to be hiding things from her. Even if she knew it was for her good or for her sake, it pained her to remember just how much Kyran stomached on his own.

And now, after shouldering the burden alone for so long, this happened.

Deirdre exhaled a long sigh and turned to Declan. “It’s getting late, Mr.

King. You should take some rest. I’ll take care of him."

He was already nearing fatigue-she could hear it leaking into his voice even as he joked.

pass up that offer, that’s for sure. I’ll still be around, though. Just holler if you're tired and need

"Will do."

out of the room as Deirdre released her grip. She drew a basin of hot water in the bathroom and

she dipped the towel into the bath and began cleaning Kyran's arms

meticulous and gingerly, her movement featherlight. She was careful not to wake Kyran up, but he still seemed rather agitated. Then,

to him as soon as she heard

"Dee!"

doggedly repeated her name, cluing the young woman that he had not woken up yet. He was just sleeptalking through what was likely an

Deirdre chose to answer him. "I'm

I'm so sorry."

was up, she realized it was morning already. Opening her eyes, she realized she was already lying on the bed and changed into comfortable

answered. She could not help but feel dismayed at the silence. Still,

the door and met Kyran face-to-face, who threw his arms around her before pulling

tired, you should go back

tightening her arms around him and gripping a fistful of his shirt

through her hair. "I'm sorry for worrying you," he