Chapter 644


    Chapter 644 Who Is She to Him, Then?


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


    Too sheepish to look directly at Den, she gave an awkwardugh and replied, "R-Right! We were…


    b-both too excited to show off our c-cooking skills."


    Den 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 Den call her "attractive" caused Glenna’s brain to eject everything that had happened


    between herself and Deirdre just seconds ago.


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


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


    Den 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 restst 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?"


    Den 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?"


    Den 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?"


    Den 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 onlye to Eastgene for Den’s sake.


    In the same vein, Den 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 Den? Who was Kyran to him? Deirdre


    shook her head.Her chest still felt like it was being pricked by icicles.


    Den 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 exin 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?"


    Den 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 ipatible, then


    why did your friendship only end several years ago?"