Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 370

“She probably doesn’t want to see me,” typed Kyran. “This is because there's someone who's willing to sacrifice his job to stay with her. I've seen their photos. She's living a happy life now. If this is what she wants, I should leave her alone. As for me, I just need to always remind myself of my past mistakes so that I won't repeat them while loving the people I want to protect.”

There was a noticeable pause when he reached the part where he wanted to protect the people he loved. It was as if he was talking about Deirdre, causing the tips of Deirdre’s ears to turn red with embarrassment.

Kyran then continued. “She taught me how to respect others and what was important to me. Perhaps this is the will of God. He wants me to appear in my best form before the person I like.”

‘Appear in his best form, huh? To be honest, Kyran is indeed the finest man I have ever met.’

Deirdre lowered her head. Kyran did not continue the conversation and asked, “Can I have a cup of water?”

“Huh? Sure.”

Deirdre snapped herself out of her thoughts and rose to her feet. She clearly remembered where the water cup was, so she poured half a cup and handed it to him. “Here.”

However, Kyran did not take it. Instead, he held her hand and said, “Deirdre, I understand that you think I'm courting you and treating you so nicely because I'm taking you as her replacement. I admit that I was attracted to you at the church because you're blind, but your personality and gentleness are what draw me to you.

“The things between her and me are already in the past. It happened long ago, and I think I'm ready to start a new relationship. I don't think of you as her. I really like you."

It seemed that he had prepared his speech a long time ago. He just needed to pull it out from his draft, as there was no pause between his words.

Even though Deirdre couldn't see with her eyes, she could sense the expectant and fiery emotions in his eyes.

His palm that was holding her finger was warm. For a moment, she had the feeling that her hand was going to get burned.

A pang of nervousness clutched at her chest, and she was tongue-tied.