Chapter 661: Chapter 662

Before Deirdre’s voice died away, Kyran’s lips kissed hers. Deirdre wrapped an arm around his neck and sobbed for the last time with her trembling lips.

When the kiss ended, she said calmly, “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Kyran took a deep breath, and his astounded, dark eyes turned bleak. “Stop joking with me.”

“I’m not joking with you.” Deirdre was solemn. “I’m telling the truth.”

“I shall believe you didn’t take it upon yourself and do it on purpose.” Kyran wiped away the tear streaks on her face affectionately. “Deirdre, I won’t let you go. I’ll never do that again.”

Deirdre was stunned. Soon afterward, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and her shoulders were bouncing from how profusely she cried.

Kyran wrapped his arms around her while Deirdre asked in a muffled voice, “Why? Why do you trust me so much?”

Kyran said, “It’s because you’re Deirdre, and that is all the reason I need.”

He loosened his embrace and asked when she grew tired from crying, “So, are you going to tell me what is going on now?”

Deirdre explained everything that had occurred recently in detail to him without hiding anything. Kyran listened quietly without expressing any surprise as if he was also a part of the events.

When Deirdre was done, Kyran chuckled and said, “Silly girl, you wanted to get a divorce so you could be with me. You did it for me. As for being drugged, you didn’t take it upon yourself or did it on purpose.

You’re also a victim, so why would I blame you for that? It has passed and won’t change anything. The same goes for me.”

Deirdre still had tear streaks on her face and sounded astounded as she said, “You really don’t mind it!?”

“I don’t mind at all.”

Deirdre’s voice sounded shaky. “Why are you so good to me?”

Kyran paused for a moment, his dark eyes filled with self-mockery. “If you knew the truth, you’d understand that I’ve never been a good person.”

“What?”

Kyran’s mood recovered quickly. “Nothing. I said that it’s my fault that you had to suffer hardships because I couldn’t keep you company at all times when I was busy with Germia all this time.”

Deirdre felt warm and fuzzy in her chest. She mustered the courage to grab the hem of Kyran’s shirt despite feeling anxious.

“So, Kyran, will you still… touch me?”

Deirdre had a scarlet blush. She was already so embarrassed that she could not raise her head upon saying that. “I would like to give everything of myself to you from now on. My body and my heart are all yours from today onward.”

Kyran was surprised. His gaze dimmed as he looked at Deirdre’s shy behavior. “Are you sure?”

“Hmm.” Deirdre nodded and clutched her fists tightly in anxiety, yet she answered without the slightest hesitation, “I’m very sure.”

Kyran took a sip of the drink and leaned over her. A moment before he kissed her, he said, ‘You’ll regret it.”

A night of passion passed.

Deirdre opened her eyes and figured that it should be noon after estimating the time. She moved her body shyly and discovered that Kyran was not by her side. She felt slightly disappointed.

On the other hand, Deirdre found Kyran’s ‘You’ll regret it’ very familiar and felt as if she had heard it somewhere before.

Everything that had happened last night felt as if it had been repeated countless times. She and Kyran were so compatible she did not feel any awkwardness at their first consummation. It felt as if they had known each other for many years, and they were one…

Deirdre patted her head to stop herself from indulging in wild conjectures.

Kyran trusted Deirdre, so she should trust Kyran wholeheartedly just the same.

Her knees buckled when she turned around and got out of bed, so she sat again on the bed.

Kyran opened the door just in time to witness that. He let out a muffled peal of laughter and said, “Do you need some help?”