Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 490


    Chapter 490 Do You Believe Me Now?


    Den chuckled self-deprecatingly. “It was more than just ‘not talking.’ We give each other stink eyes


    when we see each other, too. So, why would I care about someone who hates my guts? Why would I


    eagerly visit him? Why would I even tell you we knew each other as if it was something I should be


    proud


    of?”


    Deirdre shook her head. She was not going to let herself be duped anymore.


    Kyran extended his hand toward her, and she pped it away. “How about the fact that there isn’t a


    guy called Kyran Reed in Room 1106? What about that?”


    Kyran stared at the hand she rejected, his expression darkening. He typed on his phone, and the


    mechanical voice said, “Because I’m trying to keep a low profile.”


    “What?” She was perplexed.


    Den gave a mirthlessugh. “It’s because of me. My brother’s an irritatingly exacting man. He makes


    sure I can never, ever surpass him in anything, so any cooperation or work I have with Kyran is done in


    secret.


    “My brother doesn’t even know Kyran has returned from Germia, so naturally, I am not going to let my


    brother catch on. That’s why I had to register your name as the patient instead.”


    Deirdre’s lips trembled. ‘Is that it?”


    Kyran stepped forward slowly, and she backed away as though she sensed it. “Don’t you get one step


    closer!”


    Her instinctive defensiveness made Kyran’s face turn pale. Nevertheless, he ignored her and held her


    hand softly.


    Deirdre felt a wave of sentimentality gushing into her chest. She tried to struggle out of his hand,


    yelling, Don’t touch me!”


    Kyran gently lifted her fingertip and let it graze his face. “Deirdre, you want to know who I am, Touch


    me.”


    don’t you?


    Deirdre widened her eyes. He was so close to her, yet it was as if she was peeking through a fog. She


    could not see. Her fingertip trembled.


    She shut her eyes and allowed herself to touch the man’s features-his cheeks, nose, forehead… The


    more she traced, the faster her heart raced in shock.


    ‘Not Brendan. This is not Brendan’s face…


    ‘The features are wrong… Or rather, they are of the wrong shapes and ces. They are just… different


    from Brendan’s.’


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    A tear rolled down her cheek. ‘So, he… is not Brendan, after all.”


    She could not be sure of it. She had been losing so many nights of sleep just to ept this cruel reality,


    and now she had to brace another topsy-turvy twist again!?


    It was then that she heard the TV. “Now breaking: Brendan Brighthall has returned to Neve by


    December 7thte evening and is now putting out a statement regarding his health. Here he is,


    speaking to us live.”


    There was amotion and then the sound of a reporter. “Mr. Brighthall, why did you leave Neve to


    recover? What are yourments on the allegation of you avoiding someone?”


    “When is the engagement party between Miss McKinsey and you?”


    “There are rumors regarding how poor your health is. Are those rumors true? Is it true that you’re


    basically holding yourself by a thread?”


    “Mr. Brighthall, are we witnessing the fall of the Brighthall empire?”


    Their relentless questions suddenly ceased.


    The heavy footsteps-no doubt from the man of the hour-stopped, and Deirdre heard that dreaded voice


    she would avoid to the edge of the Earth. “I’ll address thest question about the Brighthall Group’s


    future. only once. Rather than dreaming about the day it crumbles, I think you should wait for the sun to


    fall down on Earth. Would have made better live entertainment, too.”


    Deirdre’s expression froze. She turned mechanically to the saleswoman and asked, “What date is


    today?”


    The saleswoman had be the unwitting witness to the entire ordeal, which gave her quite the fright.


    Still, she dutifully answered, “December 7th?”


    This was a live broadcast, right? Unless Brendan could somehow make a copy of himself or


    something, how was he supposed to be here with her while simultaneously being there at Neve?


    “Do you believe me now, Deirdre?” typed Kyran. “Do you believe me when I tell you I’m not the man


    you hate?”


    Deirdre’s eyes were wide. She thinned her lips. She could not say a word.