Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 527

Chapter 527 Something’s Weighing On Your Mind

It was as if Kyran had something he wanted to say…

Deirdre closed her eyes. Maybe she was overthinking it because she was pretty tired too. If Kyran had anything he wanted to tell her, he would just say so. There was no reason for secrets between the two of them at this stage of their relationship.

Deirdre slept soundly.

A long, long while later, her bedroom door creaked open.

A man snuck inside from that little crack, his movement featherlight and careful, to avoid waking up the young woman. He took his seat near her bed.

Moonlight sprayed into her room through her window and drenched her. Her skin was clear, like the surface of a silvery lake. As he studied her, her eyes gleamed with hunger while his lips curled into a shadow of a smile.

That was until, suddenly, the smile died.

It was as if someone had sucked away every oxygen in his lungs, and now his ribcage and its fleshy contents were imploding. His face paled, he knelt a little forward, and his eyes rested on the young woman’s abdomen. Her blanket covered it.

An uncontrollable urge sprung out from the depth of his mind and animated his hand into pulling the blanket away. His trembling fingertip traced invisible circles on the exposed abdomen.

He and Deirdre’s child used to be in there.

If that kid had lived… The man would have someone to call him ‘dad‘. The kid could have grown up in a happy family–the best childhood they could ever have.

Yet, he killed it before any of that possibility was even given time to take shape. Then, as though his sin was not great enough, he blamed it all on Deirdre. He skewered her over her supposed abandonment of their child and vilified her for failing to protect them.

Brendan Brighthall deserved to burn in hell.

“Kyran?”

The woman’s voice broke his train of thought. Kyran froze and raised his head instinctively. The young woman was staring at him groggily as his hand rested on her abdomen.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her confusion audible. Sleep colored her enunciation.

Kyran retracted his hand as though he had just touched something hot. “I–I can explain!”

He could not explain.

Deirdre suddenly laughed and held his hands in hers. “I get it. You’re hungry! I knew you’d be hungry if you skipped a meal! Come on. I’ll reheat dinner for you.”

She trusted him. She trusted him so much that the fact that he had suddenly appeared in her room did not ring any of her alarms.