Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 644

Chapter 644 Who Is She to Him, Then? This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Deirdre released her grip, and Glenna rubbed on the sore spots.

Too sheepish to look directly at Declan, she gave an awkward laugh and replied, "R-Right! We were… b-both too excited to show off our c-cooking skills."

Declan snickered.

"God, what did I do to deserve having two attractive women dying to feed me good food? It’s not even my birthday yet!"

Hearing Declan call her "attractive" caused Glenna’s brain to eject everything that had happened between herself and Deirdre just seconds ago.

Sheepishly, she announced, "I’ll be in the kitchen!"

She brought the bags to the kitchen while Deirdre stood still on her spot, unmoving.

Declan considered her as he hung his coat and asked tentatively, "Miss McKinnon?"

She raised her head, and he smiled.

"What’s the matter? Didn’t you have a good rest last night? You’ve been wearing a long face since I got here."

"I didn’t have a good rest, yeah."

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, but Glenna’s words haunted her like a specter.

Clenching her trembling fingers, she asked, "Where were you, Mr.King?"

"Me?"

Declan turned silent.He could not decide if it was better to tell the truth or fib.It was Deirdre who went straight to the point.

"Is Brendan awake?"

Declan seemed to have been anticipating her.

Hearing her candor somehow made him feel even more relieved.

"No, not yet.He hasn’t been in the best of health these days.This fever he had was really bad, too.It only got slightly better before I came here."

Deirdre closed her eyes and opened them again.

"Do you care a lot about him? I thought the two of you had a falling-out.If you hate him so much, why care?"

Declan poured himself a cup of water and mulled her question for a moment.

"I mean, you’re not wrong.I really don’t like Brendan, and we haven’t been friends for along time now.But he’s alone here and was only here because he helped me.His fever is at least a little tangible connected to me.I could be a cold-hearted man if I wanted to, but I can’t find it in me to abandon him at this hour.If! did that...wouldn’t that make me the exact kind of person I hate?"

He made sense.

Brendan had only come to Eastgene for Declan’s sake.

In the same vein, Declan could not possibly respond to that with cruel abandonment.

Still, none of that dispelled what Glenna had said.

Her words swirled in her head as whispers, haunting her.

If the whole falling-out was just a hoax, then who was she to Declan? Who was Kyran to him? Deirdre shook her head.Her chest still felt like it was being pricked by icicles.

Declan inhaled.

"Miss McKinnon, if there’s anything on your chest, let it out.I know you’re upset by me tending to Brendan in the hospital because...Well, you hate him.So if there’s anything that’s eating you about all of this, just say it.I'll explain to you."

"It's not about me hating him or you tending to him."

She took a deep breath and raised her head, her eyes red.

"Mr.King, what caused the falling-out?"

Declan froze.

"Huh? I thought I had talked about that to you before.We’re very different people at our core.He’s a selfish, cutthroat motherf*cker who would use any means necessary to secure himself a pie.That’s the sort of sh*t I hate, so we fell out."

He smiled.

"I actually thought you'd understand.You dated before, right? You know that sometimes, things like that can happen between lovers too.If you’re not meant to be with one another, you're just...not."

"But, but!"

Deirdre balled her hands into fists so hard her fingernails turned white.

"The two of you had been friends since you were kids! If the two were really that incompatible, then why did your friendship only end several years ago?"