Chapter 494: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 495

Chapter 495 I’m Not Going to Marry You Yet Kyran was stunned. He clenched his fists in secret. His heart began to pick up its pace, but then the stinging pain on the back of his palm calmed him down. He typed on his phone and asked, “What about now?”

Deirdre lowered her head. “I already know that you’re not Brendan, and I’ve made up my mind,” she said. ” I shouldn’t have suspected your identity just because someone told me that you’re not Kyran.

After all, we’re a couple, and I should have faith in you.”

“Yeah,” Kyran replied bitterly. “Deirdre, I’ll never be the person you talk about. I’m Kyran, your Kyran.”

“My Kyran?” Deirdre lowered her head. It seemed to her that Kyran was really good with lovers’ prattle, and she felt a bit embarrassed.

Kyran put his hand on hers and asked, “Deirdre, do you hate that guy very much?”

Deirdre froze. Then, pain and suffering entered her eyes. It took her a few moments to calm herself down and take a deep breath. “Yes. I hate him. His existence is a nightmare for me. He destroyed everything I once held dear, so… I won’t forgive him for the rest of my life.”

Kyran felt hurt, as if someone had stabbed him in his heart after listening to Deirdre. He gazed deeply at the woman in front of him and typed, “Don’t worry, Deirdre. You won’t be able to see him again for the rest of your life.”

‘For the rest of my life?’

Deirdre was stunned. She did not know what made Kyran say that, so she asked, “But how?”

“Have you already forgotten? We’re going to Germia. That man is here in Neve. There’s no way he’ll leave the Brighthall Group behind and come to look for you in Germia, right?”

“You’re right,” replied Deirdre.

Kyran was right. Brendan was in Neve. As long as she went to Germia, she would not run into Brendan anymore.

She sat on the chair. The patch of blood on the blanket seemed to be enlarging indefinitely in her blurry vision. Deirdre’s heart skipped a beat as she asked, “Does it hurt?”

Kyran had long forgotten the feeling of pain. When he heard her question, he typed, “I just didn’t want you to go.”

She recalled how the man gripped her hand tightly when he woke up. He refused to loosen his grip even though he was coughing and trembling. At that time, she was certain that the pain on the back of his hand was much worse than a razor blade.

Deirdre couldn’t help herself and said, “Please don’t do that again, Kyran.

“You didn’t tell Mr. King when your wound became inflamed, you ate cold lunch boxes, and you crooked the needle inside you just now. You have poor health, and if you don’t stop doing this, I’m afraid you’ll collapse before you go to Germia.”

Kyran smiled and replied, “Okay, I’ll take care of myself for you, Miss McKinnon. I’ll promise you that I won’t die before you and make you a widow.”

‘A widow?’

Deirdre’s face turned red. “I… I haven’t agreed to marry you yet.”

Kyran leaned closer. His body was cold, and his lips were parched. However, his movement was gentle when he kissed her.

Deirdre closed her eyes and received the kiss. She was certain that no other man would be gentler than Kyran.

Brendan would never do this to her, and he would never treat her like she was his whole world.

After everything had settled down, Kyran rested on the bed for a long while.

Deirdre stayed with him in the ward.

The next morning, Deirdre said, “I need to go back to the village for a while.”

“Why? Did you leave something there?”

Deirdre shook her head. “Mrs. Cox took me in and helped me a lot after I escaped from the mountain. I should go back there and say thank you to her and Mr. Leigh.”

Kyran frowned when she mentioned Hoyt.