Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 488
Chapter 488 We Need to Talk, Deirdre
Hoyt’s face was still tense by the time he walked out of the shop. Concerned, Deirdre asked, “You
alright?”
He wiped some light sweat off his face and said bashfully, “I’m so sorry, Miss McKinnon. The point was
to buy you some clothes, but I ended up dragging you into our drama and made you watch all that…
embarrassing stinker.”
“Nonsense,” Deirdre replied reassuringly and gave him a small smile. “There was nothing
embarrassing about it. It’s what rtionships are like, dramatic andplicated.”
Just like her own. No one would have known the lengths she had gone through for a man-to be willingly
used as an impostor for two years, be incarcerated, disfigured, blinded, and lose the child she so
wanted to bring to the world.
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Her rtionship story was the biggest stinker of them all.
“A word of advice, Mr. Leigh,” she said. “Sometimes, ming yourself for everything that has happened
only prevents you from moving on when you should.”
Hoyt blushed and nodded. “R-Right. You’re right.”
She smiled. “Any other clothing shop I can go to?”
“Y-Yes! Of course! This whole street is lined up with clothing stores! I’ll bring you to another one.”
“Alright!”
Deirdre walked beside him until, suddenly, she felt someone watching her. She turned, but her
recovering eyesight made it impossible to identify that onlooker.
“Miss McKinnon? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She smiled. It must be her oversensitivity acting up again.
They entered a new store where she quickly found a suitable coat for herself. She took it to the counter
and immediately tried to foot the bill.
“Er, don’t you want to put it on first?” asked Hoyt.
The saleswoman chimed in. “Yeah, try it on! It’s okay. We like people trying things out. Some of these
clothes might look good on their own, but it takes putting them on to really see how well they match
you!”
Deirdre was hard-pressed to argue with the saleswoman, so sheplied. She took off her coat and
passed it to Hoyt. Suddenly, she heard the chime hanging by the entrance ring.
She froze. Her instinct told her that a man was standing two meters away from her. Then, a mechanical
voice said, “Come here, Deirdre.”
The voice was so familiar that it seeped into her bones and made her quiver. The interior of the store
was warm, yet she felt her limbs chilling exponentially. She saw apletely ck, humanoid shape in
the distance, and all of her colors were drained out of her face. She shivered.
Kyran showed no sign of anger at her reaction. He shot a hostile re at Hoyt before patiently typing
again, “Hey, over here.”
He showed very good manners, yet she instinctively tugged on Hoyt’s shirt and began to inch behind
him. Kyran stepped forward. Before he could grab hold of her, Hoyt shielded the young woman
and afraid the woman behind him was bolstered his mettle.
“G-Get a clue, m-m-mister! Miss McKinnon doesn’t want to see you!”
Kyran had to swallow the rage the young man had ignited, but he was very well near throwing a
tantrum. His fury had been building up since he watched Deirdre and Hoyt walking side-by-side,
laughing and chatting with this unforgivable hint of intimacy. He practically had to summon all of his
patience to keep his snarling beast of a temper down.
He looked at them calmly and continued to type, “Please, Deirdre, be good ande over here. If you
have any opinion or misunderstanding about me, just tell me so I can exin it all to you.”
‘Misunderstanding, he said?’ Deirdre clenched her fists and widened her eyes as hard as she could.
She wanted to see him, but all she could see was a blurry, vague mien showing him to be a man.
There was no other detail she could glean.
She just… could not unreservedly trust him anymore.
She would not evene close to him.
“Deirdre, we should talk.”
She shook her head at that soulless, mechanical voice. Her pale lips were trembling when she rejected
him. “T-There’s nothing to talk about, so please g-g-go back to where you belong.”