Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 646

Chapter 646 Pay Him a Visit, Won't You?

The three of them started eating. Declan was ever the conversation starter while Deirdre gave her inputs, but Glenna was silent throughout. She was suspiciously focused on her fish and chips, except for the odd moments of her scanning Declan through the corner of her eyes.

Then, before the man himself noticed, she would lower her head instantly. It happened enough times that the man finally found out. Setting his knife down, Declan asked, "What’s wrong, Glenna? You kept glancing at me.

Something on my face?”

Glenna sputtered. Strapped with any excuse, she replied, "It's not your face! It's, uh, your... hair? It's, uh, interesting...”

"Interesting?" Declan thought for a moment. This was the first time anyone had ever commented something like that about him.

"How?"

Glenna gripped the edge of her shirt tightly before finally coming up with an answer. "It makes you look, uh, retro.”

Declan’s smile froze.

Deirdre almost spat out her food.

Glenna tried to salvage her answer. "No, I don't mean you look old or anything! I was saying... It, uh, it's not that good on you... It makes you look off...”

Declan flashed her his teeth. "Okay. This is unexpected,” he said. "But maybe you're right. I'll put that into consideration on my next trip to the barbershop."

Glenna was so flustered that her hands turned red. What she really wanted to say was that she liked his hair and thought it made him look manly and gentlemanly. But somehow, the words just changed into something else moments before they left her lips.

Glenna was the first to break the silence when they were finished. "Um, Mr. King? Do you want to bring some food over to

Brendan's?”

"No." Declan was silent for a bit. "He's not conscious yet. If he were, Fionn would have told me. Let's see how it goes after he's up.”

Glenna was aghast. "He’s still sleeping after two days?”

"Mm-hmm." An unfathomable expression shadowed Declan’s face. "He hadn’t been resting easy for two weeks before he got beaten up. After all that, he should be getting some rest in the hospital, but he refused to stay in Eastgene and insisted on coming here, which severely stained his body. He got a fever, blacked out, and was sent to the hospital. Honestly, who's surprised he hasn’t woken up yet?"

Glenna felt like her heart was suspended in midair. "What the h*Il was he up to for those two weeks?"

"He was-"

"I’m exhausted," Deirdre suddenly declared loudly and rose from her seat.” You guys go ahead. I'm going to my room."

Sure. He was busy-busy protecting himself! Busy scheming after Cillian!

Deirdre was not going to stay there and listen to more of that nonsense. It was only going to ruin her mood. She had to go.

"Dee?" Glenna was stunned. Her reaction threw her off a little, but she followed her. "Let me help you."

"No need. I'm coming down with a slight headache. I will be better after some sleep, I think.” She turned toward the stairs.

"Miss McKinnon?” Declan suddenly spoke up. "How about... paying Brendan a visit?"

Deirdre whipped her face in his direction, her features twisting in a mix of shock and ire. She even wondered whether she had misheard, and her lips were trembling.

It took her several deep breaths to finally calm down enough. "What are you trying to do, Mr. King!?"

Declan looked conflicted. "I know it sounds absurd because I shouldn’t be helping Brendan to fulfill his whim to see you, but... he really isn't in the best state right now. It's reasonable to have someone give him some kind of moral support-”

"Reasonable my *ss!" Deirdre retorted sharply. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I wasn't the one who got him into the hospital! I wasn’t the one who got him sick! He was so hellbent saving his precious life that he abandoned me to that demon, Cillian! Why would I want to visit him!?"