Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 748 Who's There By the Door That Day?

This time, however, the elusive Madame Brighthall made her appearance. Anyone who could read between the lines knew what that meant. And so everyone began to treat Charlene as the confirmed Mrs. Brighthall.

Charlene had achieved her objective.

Deirdre switched off the TV, hung a coat on herself, and went upstairs to her bed. She placed her hand on her abdomen and lay on her back for a while before finally falling asleep. As her dream slowly coalesced, her phone suddenly rang from beside her head.

She was startled awake. Feeling for her phone, she pressed the answer button and asked raspily, "Who's this?"

"Dee."

Hearing Kyran's voice drew Deirdre out of her sleep, though not necessarily out of her dream. It felt as though she was back in those days again when Kyran was just Kyran. But if it were a dream, then why did she feel a chill crawling up her spine?

She steeled herself as best she could. "Kyran? Are you finally finished with your work?"

He sounded drunk. His usual control was not there. "Did

straight. Enveloped in darkness, she felt her heart racing." No. I

I'm sorry. I know I said I wouldn't drink too

party-why would he not drink? Poor Brendan. He had to spend a few precious minutes calling her at midnight just to keep up his act as Kyran! "Dee? I'm starting to miss you. I want to see you. So, so much," he mumbled. "I’ve only left this

was that drunk. She even wondered if she should give him credit for his dedication-he called her even when he was intoxicated. She should probably mock him

She remained silent.

sober

"Yeah?"

"Who was that?"

they became numb. She bit her

by the

body was a husk not under her control. If the lights were on, one would have noticed how

took a deep breath and questioned, "How did you know? Did

her under surveillance, so he said, 'The neighbor next door told me.