Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528 I Wish I Could Become Kyran Reed

Deirdre climbed out of her bed, but Kyran stopped her. “Where are you going? It’s cold!”

“I’m going to reheat dinner.”

Kyran frowned. “I can do it myself.”

“I’ll be fine. In fact, I’ll keep you company.”

She put on her coat and went downstairs, where the food was already cold. Instead of sending them into the microwave, she took some spaghetti and green vegetables from the fridge.

Confused, Kyran asked, “Weren’t you supposed to reheat dinner?”

Deirdre pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I thought for a moment and changed my mind. I don’t think it’s good to have something with that much kick and flavor in the dead of night, so I decided to make something mild and tame, like… a bowl of spaghetti. You just have to wait for a few minutes. Once the water’s boiling, I can make simple veggie spaghetti.”

She turned away from him and set her attention to the meal.

Kyran watched her back, his face pale. And then, within minutes, a steaming bowl of spaghetti with some leafy green greeted him.

He froze.

When was it again?

Their marriage. This used to happen a lot back then.

She used to wait for him to come home from work. The sound of the tires scrunching against the road would wake her up, and she would gushingly run up to him and ask him about his day, and then…

She would make food for him.

And he would never give her the time of his day. The first thing he would do was go all the way to the second floor and check on Charlene.

Steam was pouring out of the bowl like a geyser. Kyran grabbed a fork and began scooping them up and stuffing them into his mouth. It stung his mouth. He thought he had stuck a burning iron rod inside for a moment. He sputtered.

“H–Hey! Spit it out! God, I’ll get you water!”

She poured him a glass of cold water and pushed it toward him. Her face was pale with worry. “What’s with the hurry? Are you that hungry? It was piping hot, Kyran. You will get hurt.”

He drank a big gulp until his mouth finally felt better. From the reflection, it seemed like his eyes were red. “I’m okay,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the bowl. After a while, he wolfed it down again.

His tongue had gone numb from the previous ordeal–he could no longer taste the spaghetti. And yet, he ate it as though it was the most precious food in the world. He would not even leave the sauce alone.

Deirdre propped her chin on her hand. “Seconds?”