Chapter 409 Are You Ready?
âKyranâ¦â Deirdre murmured. A warm glow seemed to be enveloping her chest. The corner of her lips curled. âYou donât need to say things like that to make me feel better, Kyran. Iâve gotten used to it.
People have been making these comments about me for four years. I know what will happen the moment I step outside looking like this.â
âDoes it weigh hard on you?â
Deirdre shook her head. She used to feel dejected, but not anymore, or she would not have chosen to stay in Alnwick.
âIf it doesnât, then why donât you want to step outside?â Kyran stated matter-of-factly. âThe Deirdre I know doesnât give a d*mn about what the shallow masses think of her. She lives true to herself and is comfortable with herself. All of them were stray characters who wandered into her life only to be forgotten when they were out. So⦠why is the same girl suddenly afraid of letting them see her now?â
Deirdre froze.
âIs it because of me?â
Deirdreâs pupils seemed to be trembling. She looked perturbed. Freyaâs verdict had taken shape in her head. âWhatâs there to be smug about? If he didnât care about your face, why would he spend money on trying to get it fixed?â she had declared. âMen are all the same! He wants to bring you out without suffering from mockery! The only reason why he still wants you around is that he doesnât have a lot of friends here. Once heâs back in his social circle, heâll remember-that youâve always just been an ugly novelty! Youâre nothing!â
Before she could explain her fears, however, she felt a large warm hand wrapping itself around her freezing hand. He held her hand as though it was the most natural conclusion to lead to.
She was surprised.
âAre you ready?â
Deirdre suddenly understood his intention and shook her head hard. âNo, Kyran! Take off your vest and cover my head with it, please! They will be laughing at you!â
âNo, they will be jealous of me.â His voice was mechanical, yet it somehow felt like the most real thing she had ever heard. âBecause Iâm just so happy.â
Deirdre was stunned.
Kyran did not coerce her any longer. In fact, with a slight squeeze, she found herself following him obediently into the sun.
The crowdâs gazes turned to her from all sides. Deirdre felt her cheeks burn. She could hear quiet.
gossiping voices as people huddled together.
âMorn, is that young woman cosplaying a monster character? She looks kinda scary.â
âHush, honey. Donât stare. You might get nightmares.â
âWhatâs with a hot dude going out with a⦠gothic artwork? Damn, is he blind?â
âMaybe heâs into it? Or maybe heâs a little bonkers in the head. Or maybe, heâs the reason she looks like that! Heâs doing this to atone for his sin or something!â
âThis is a marketing ploy, right? Something for the algorithm? âA hot-*ss dreamboat with Ugly Betty walks around an amusement parkâ sure sounds like those viral skits. Whereâs the camera?â
âDamn, poor girl. Sheâs just a marketing tool to him, isnât she? Once this dude gets famous on the Internet, heâll dump her and get himself a hot influencer girlfriend too, I bet!â
Their comments stung Deirdre, especially the ones directed at Kyran. She wanted to pull her hand away from him many times, but he kept his grip as if determined not to let her cowardice get the best of her.
They walked across the amusement park all the way to the entrance. Deirdre was starting to get used to the crowdâs burning gazes.
âYou shouldnât have done this, Kyran,â she muttered. âItâs h*ll to be ostracized and talked about like that.â