Chapter 328: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 329

Chapter 329 Ask for a Favor Deirdre clearly knew that she wasn’t attractive enough.

Taking a deep breath, Deirdre said, “Mr. Reed, can you remember yesterday when we had dinner together? I was sitting beside you when I picked up a pastry. You knocked that pastry out of the blue and took the whole plate away. M-May I know why you did that? C-Can you explain it?”

Kyran fell silent and didn’t move.

Deirdre frowned, feeling more uneasy. “M-Mr. Reed?”

Finally, Kyran responded, “Must I say it out?”

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“Yes.” Deirdre bit her lip. She insisted on an answer because she had been tortured for a night just because of it.

Kyran seemed to have sighed, but in her ears, the exhalation seemed a little heavier.

Following that, he began to type.

‘Those pastries were leftovers.”

Deirdre was shocked. “What?”

Kyran continued. “I saw a waiter take that plate out of a room while cleaning up in another room. That plate later turned out to be placed before you. It was obvious that the hotel took the opportunity to send over the leftovers from the other guests. I took away that plate so that I could settle that issue. I couldn’t let you all know about it because it was the venue Declan and I had chosen.”

Deirdre’s mind went blank. She had made many different assumptions but had not expected this explanation.

“Hold on, those pastries looked alike, didn’t they? How could you identify that the pastry I took was the leftover?”

“It was because there were two kinds of pastries on the plate. The new ones were lighter in color, while the rest were slightly darker in color. And I discovered it through comparison.’’ Kyran said righteously, ”1 couldn’t let you all eat others’ leftovers, so I had to take them away.”

Deirdre bit her lips tightly.

So, this was the answer? She had been thinking too much? A question that had troubled her the whole night and resulted in a nightmare turned out to be a misunderstanding. It was all because she was thinking too much.

Kyran didn’t know about her allergy.

But how could it be such a coincidence?

“Ms. McKinnon, what’s wrong?”

Deirdre closed her eyes and felt that her mind was blank. When she regained her composure, she mustered up her courage again to ask, “Mr.

Reed, can you promise to grant me a favor?”

Kyran stared at Deirdre’s face. She looked solemn, and her lips were trembling because she was too tense.

His eyes softened, and he lowered his head to type.

“Yes.”

“Don’t you need to ask me what’s the favor?”

“Your eyes told me that you don’t have any malicious intent toward me. In that case, I’m alright with anything.”

For a moment, Deirdre didn’t know what to say. She put her hand on her forehead, unable to speak. After she managed to regain her strength, she said, “l-l want to touch your body.”

In an instant, both of them fell into silence.

Deirdre blushed. Fearing that Kyran might misunderstand, she hastily added, “I have no other intentions. I just want to touch your waist.”

“Why?”

Why? It was because there was a wound on Brendan’s waist-she had stabbed him with a knife. Although he had survived in the emergency room, she believed it wouldn’t recover so quickly, and the scar must be there. Therefore, she believed she could verify whether Kyran was Brendan as long as she touched it with her hand.

But how could she explain it to Kyran?

As Deirdre tightly clenched her fist, she explained, “Because you are similar to someone I know. Hence, I want to feel that you are not him.” Following that, she added, “Can I?”