Chapter 319 I Really Miss You No, it was not because she had the compassion of the Virgin Mary. Nope, it was definitely not because her heart bled for the pitiful and destitute. She only agreed to join the party as a form of thanks.
Yeap, definitely as a form of thanks for those two times Kyran helped her.
Deirdre had received Tobeyâs call by the time she got out of the vehicle. Standing by the roadside, she could not help but note the fatigue in Tobeyâs voice, no matter how gentle he was. âGoing to a dinner tonight with my mom, Dee?â
Deirdre was not surprised that he knew. Madame Russell must have told him. âYeah.â
âOkay. Be careful, please. Donât drink. If I recall correctly, you arenât exactly a drinker. Just tell them youâre allergic to alcohol, and they will definitely leave you alone in fear.â Tobey quipped. âGo home as soon as itâs over, please.â
âI know, Toby. I know.â She chirped. His voice was reassuring-the way a kind-hearted big brotherâs was Donât worry. Iâll make sure your mom wonât drink too much herself.â
âHeh, thanks,â he replied quietly. Then, quite suddenly, his tone took a slightly frenetic turn. âI miss you so much, Dee. I wish I could just abandon my work and come home to see you!â
Deirdre was stunned. Before she could answer him, however, she felt a strong grip clamping around her wrist. The force was so great her mind immediately conjured Brendanâs image.
Her voice was trembling when she called out, âW-Who is this?â
Tobey caught onto her panic. âWhatâs wrong?â
Eilis was caught in a conversation with the village chief at a distance, but she managed to notice.
Deirdreâs predicament just in time. Alarmed, she strode toward her and raised her voice. âMr. Reed, Dee Dee! Whatâs the matter?â
âKyran?â
Oddly enough, the reveal soothed Deirdre. âNo, itâs nothing. Toby. Just a friend Iâve just made. Heâs a friend of the developer, too, and heâs probably here to greet us,â she said to Tobey. âAnyway, gotta go.
Bye.â
As the call died, Deirdre exhaled a sigh of relief. She honestly did not know how to react to what Tobey had said.
Kyran watched her hang up the phone, and his expression was unreadable. He reached out to her palm, his finger ready to write when Ellis snatched her hand away from his grip and shielded Deirdre behind her back.
âUh-her, Mr. Reed? Please donât get too handsy with my Dee Dee here. Itâs not a good look for her, okay?â
Kyran frowned. Something in his eyes seemed to darken.
Deirdre realized it was a misunderstanding, so she wrapped her arm around Eilisâ and tried to explain, â
Oh, Madame Russell, he wasnât being disrespectful. I think Mr. Reed wanted to talk to me, but he can only communicate by writing on my hand.â
âOh, is that all?â Eilis replied, a little relaxed now. Then, she frowned again. âBut honey, even though that was his intention, it was still plenty inappropriate! People are watching, you know. The villagers are gonna talk. You know what theyâll gossip about.â
Eills was not wrong at all. Most of the villagers were unabashedly conservative enough that they would start spreading nasty gossip over even harmless things.
Stuck, Deirdre could only flash Kyran an apologetic smile. She could not tell just what sort of expression. the young man might be wearing.
Luckily for them, Declan-the extroverted social master-came to their rescue. He was as affable and chirper as always. âMrs. Russell! Miss McKinnon! Perfect timing! Weâve been waiting for you inside.
Your seats have already been decided for you, too. Come on. Iâll show you!â
Eilis was taken aback by how opulent the entire hotel looked from the inside. It was as though the entire building was gilded or draped in gold. âMr. King, h-how much money does this whole dinner cost? Gosh!â
âMeh. About 2,000 dollars for a full-course meal, I think? Honestly, itâs worth it if it means we can all have a great time tonight. Come on. Your tableâs up the steps.â
The group began to climb. Eilis held Deirdre close to her, their attention heightened by the potential hazard