Chapter 484: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 485

Chapter 485 Hang Tight “Damn straight, but… It’s different for him. He directs it all to himself, thinking that if he could just be better somehow, the girl of his love wouldn’t have ended up with that fat cat. The more he dwelled on that thought, the more he hung his head and just… couldn’t straighten his spine and look ahead no more.”

Pity colored Deirdre’s eyes.

“Money is the Devil, ain’t it? You can do whatever you like when you’re rich, but live by your shoestrings if you don’t have ’em.”

Mrs. Cox continued. “That’s why I’m happy to see Hoyt this happy when he helps you. Maybe you won’t date each other, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you brought him out of the shadows.

That’s the point of these relationships, isn’t it? Forgetting the pain of the last one is a blessing. Finding a new person to try again is another.”

The rain stopped.

Mrs. Cox went back to sleep while Deirdre sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes blank.

‘Try again with a new person, she said.”

That was not what Deirdre had thought back then-until she met Kyran. He was gentle, kind, and attentive. He had broken every wall she had built around her heart.

Any sentiment she had against Brendan had begun to fade-even hate.

She was ready to start over… only to have God reveal that it was a prank all along.

It was a fool’s full circle. She had fallen for the same man twice, after all.

She closed her eyes groggily. A while later, she heard sounds, people talking.

Deirdre opened her eyes, put on a coat, and walked toward the living room. There were two people there. One of them was Mrs. Cox, and the other was-vague as his features were-Hoyt.

The young man seemed rather flustered to see her. Hanging his head, he greeted, “G-G-Good morning, Miss McKinnon.”

Deirdre stared at him absentmindedly and nodded. “Mr. Leigh! Morning.”

Mrs. Cox was wearing the widest grin she could muster. “Looks like all of our main characters are here.

Let’s get the show on the road!”

Deirdre was confused. “Sorry, the what?”

“To the market, sweetie! Ours is a seaside town, and none of your cotton shirts right now can fight against the nipping sea breeze. That’s why I asked Hoyt to bring you to the market today for some new clothes.”

“New clothes?’ Deirdre pulled her coat tightly around her. “I’m good, Mrs. Cox. It can’t be a short trip to the market, right? I would rather not impose on Mr. Leigh.”

“I-It’s not a problem!” The young man sprung at her comment as though he had been meaning to talk for a while and yet had not had the chance. “It’s g-getting colder tomorrow, so you need to buy some clothes. You w-won’t be able to leave the house otherwise.”

“I know what you’re wearing now is fine for now, but it won’t help you tomorrow,” said Mrs. Cox. “It’s going to be below zero, missy! Freezing! If you catch a cold or get frostbite, there is no doctor around this part to help you! You’ll only way is the market, and that’s a whole other round-trip!”

“Huh…” Deirdre mused about it in her head and decided that they were right. Embarrassed, she said, Well, sorry to trouble you, Mr. Leigh.”

The tips of Hoyt’s ears turned red. “N-Nothing at a-a-all!”

Deirdre did a quick wash-up and got her hair up in a simple bun. She stepped outside the house and into the sun.

The sweet morning rays bounced off her fair, radiant skin like an aureole. Her scars were healing too, and the beauty she had always been was inching closer to hatch.

Hoyt pushed his bike, saw her, and immediately looked down. “M-Miss McKinnon, there’s no car, so…

I’m sorry. A bike is all we have here. B-But I’ll be as slow and steady as I can, okay? And tell me if it gets too cold.”

“Sure thing.”

Deirdre climbed into the backseat gingerly. Hoyt set his foot on the pedal and began a slow ride to the market.

The road was rather bumpy. Deirdre held onto his shirt, and as the bike trembled, she fell forward and leaned against his well-toned waist.

Hoyt immediately fumbled his handle and caused the bike to shake even harder than the road would have made it. It took him a little too long to steady his bike again.

Deirdre held her breath. “What was that? Was the road that bumpy?”

“Mm… Mm-hmm!” His answer was oddly muffled. “A lot of rocks around here, Miss McKinnon. Hang tight.” “Okay.”

She moved both of her hands to his shirt, and Hoyt rode to the market with a face as red as a tomato.