Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 330

Chapter 330 Both of You Continue

Kyran stopped typing but grabbed Deirdre’s hand directly.

His hand was very broad. Unlike that man’s chilly hands, Kyran’s hand was very hot. It

was so hot that the heat would burn the skin.

Deirdre trembled unconsciously. She then felt that Kyran brought her hand toward

himself little by little and gradually approached.

She heard him roll up his shirt before slowly putting her palm on his chest.

It happened to be the location where his heart was. When Deirdre felt the warmth and

beating heart, she blushed and unconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand.

Kyran held her hand tighter, all the way down to the waist.

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Following that, Kyran released her hand and just dragged his shirt upwards. It seemed to

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Deirdre was blushing as red as a tomato.

She warned herself repeatedly that this was only to verify Kyran’s identity. But because

she couldn’t see it, everything-the man’s rhythmic breathing, the pleasant smell, and the

texture of his muscles-was magnified thousands of times.

Even though she and Brendan had done it countless times and had many intimate

entanglements, she had never touched him so seriously.

Deirdre’s eyes dimmed. Whether it was before or after her imprisonment, they were

more like strangers who only had a relationship in bed.

Kyran’s breathing became heavier. Deirdre regained her composure, apologized in a low

voice, and moved her hand toward the left.

Closing her eyes, she tried to recall the position she had stabbed.

It was at the lower and left side of the abdomen, near the waistline.

Deirdre put her hand on it, and in the next second, she opened her eyes.

The man moved a bit and typed on his mobile phone with difficulty.

“What’s wrong?”

Deirdre felt a tug at her heart. Unwilling to resign, she stroked it three times.

She felt that the surface was flat, with neither a wound nor a scar mark.

She knew very well how serious that knife wound was. It wouldn’t be healed completely

in such a short period, not to mention that there was no scar and that it was such a

smooth skin surface.

Therefore, she finally verified that Kyran was not Brendan.

It was merely an accident that had led to a misunderstanding.

Deirdre’s face turned pale, and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was at this moment that

she was finally able to feel relieved.

Suddenly, the side door opened.

Declan appeared at the door of the lounge with a document in his hand. Upon seeing

Deirdre and Kyran inside like that, his surprised expression suddenly turned into a calm

one. There was even a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Miss McKinnon, Kye, this is the lounge of the church, after all. There are a lot of people

outside. If there are any loud noises here, they’ll hear it. No matter how anxious you are,

there is no need to do this, right? If not, there are also guest rooms upstairs.”

Deirdre hastily withdrew her hand and lowered her head while trying to explain herself,

“N-No! Mr. King, it’s not what you see-”

“Yes, yes, I do understand it. There is no need to explain this kind of thing to me. We’re

all adults here, after all. It’s normal. In fact, I am quite happy. Kye has been single and

available for so many years and has always refused girls’ touch. Therefore, it’s good

news that he finally has a girl he is willing to allow her to touch him.”

Declan snickered and added wittily, “Well, I’ll get out of here while both of you continue.”

The door was then closed, and Declan left without wanting any explanation.