Chapter 673


    Deirdre tossed an implicative nce outside the kitchen.


    “Believe me, I’ve seen the worst, and now nobody else’s skill could ever faze me again. Seriously, try to


    surprise me.”


    “Heh.” Den excitedly washed his hands and grabbed a spare knife. He made a few nicks and began


    to unpeel it.


    “How’s this?”


    Deirdre’s poor sight would not be able to help her tell, but she also thought this was the best


    opportunity to get Glenna and Den talking again.


    “What do you think, Glenna?”


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    Quietly exasperated, Glenna turned in the direction of Den’s hand and noticed how beautiful his


    fingers really were. It was as if a man with good genes simply could not have anything remotely out of


    ce in any part of their physical appearance. Glenna never fancied herself as someone who gave a


    dime about hands, and yet even her heart throbbed.


    When she finally broke out of her trance, she realized she had been silent too long. Den tried to


    dispel the awkwardness in the air with a chuckle. “I must have done a really crappy job if my panelist


    can’t review my handiwork.”


    He made another nick.


    “How about now?”


    “I’m not feeling well. Excuse me,” Glenna suddenly dered. She set her knife and potato down and


    hurried out of the kitchen altogether.


    Embarrassed, Den could only remark to himself, “Okay. I’ll take that as a yes.”


    Deirdre turned to the direction Glenna disappeared into and felt her heart sink. She could not stop


    thinking about the conversation she had overheard. What happened? What was it that made Glenna


    hold that big of a grudge? She obviously had a crush on Den, so why was she avoiding him?


    A momentter, she asked, “I know the two of you had made up, Mr. King, but why does it seem like


    she’s still holding a grudge?”


    “I guess so, huh?” Den remembered how Glenna had burst into tears at that time despite himself


    and asked, “Say, what sort of thing would make Glenna cry, you think?”


    “Make her cry!?” Deirdre was shocked. “What sort of question is that? Did … Did you make her cry!?”


    “Of course I didn’t!” Den quickly replied, forcing himself out of his memories before finding an


    excuse.


    “I just thought she looked like the tough type who would never shed a tear over anything, so I


    wondered.”


    Deirdre returned to her work as she exhaled a breath. “Glenna’s a tough cookie. I’ve never seen or


    heard her cry before, which means… if she did cry, then it must have been over something that really


    broke her heart.”


    Glenna only returned after the potato slices were almost done. She exined that she was having a


    stomachache. Not willing to expose her, Deirdre yed along.


    “Had something shadytely?”


    “Yeah, that’s gotta be it. It must be that super-spicy taco from the other day. D*mnit, I should have


    known!” she replied as she finished slicing thest potato. They poured oil into a frying pan and let it


    heat.


    Soon enough, a te of fresh, crispy potato chips was ready. Deirdre moved on to their other dishes-


    including Glenna’s stuffed eggnts- until, finally, the dinner was served on the table.


    Glenna had always been a lively chatterbox, yet today, she was uncharacteristically quiet and seemed


    almost too focused on her meal.


    Den ended up breaking the ice, asking, “Charlene McKinney should be going to trial soon, right?”


    Mentioning Charlene made Deirdre remember just how fast time flew. She squared the numbers


    quickly with her fingers and answered, “I think it’s next Monday.”


    Now that Charlene’s case was right around the corner, Deirdre suddenly found her confidence a little


    wavering.


    “I really hope that she gets her just dessert right there and then. Please don’t let anything unexpected


    happen!”


    “I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Den said with a nonchnt smile.” We’ve got a credible


    eyewitness and some evidence from the police. It’s only a matter of time before


    Charlene is sentenced for her crimes. Then, even after she has served her time and returns, you and


    Kyran will have long settled down. She can’t hurt you anymore.”


    “You’re right.” Deirdre smiled, hoping that things would go exactly as he said.


    She was just about to ask more about Charlene when a series of buzzes interrupted her.


    Kyran nced at his screen, saw it was from an unknown number, and hung it up.


    A few secondster, his phone buzzed again.It was as if the caller was determined to have their call


    answered, or else…