Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 604

Chapter 604 I Just Want to Tell Kyran I'm Doing Fine

"What is it for? To call that man?"

Deirdre did not try to deny it. "I haven't been in contact with him for a while by now, and with my phone going awry... I worry that he might try to call me and get no answer. So, I thought I had to call him first. Tell him I’m doing fine.”

Brendan's thoughts began to clash with one another. The phone he used to roleplay Kyran was damaged as well when he dove into the pool. If Deirdre called it now, Brendan could not answer it. And Deirdre would definitely begin to imagine paranoia-fueling scenarios.

He turned to the bellboy. “It's alright. You can go now."

The bellboy stiffened a little. "Uh, what about the phone?”

‘Take it away.”

Deirdre's eyes trembled. Grabbing Brendan's robe by his collar, she protested. "No, don't do this. Just this one call, Brendan. One call. I just need to tell him my phone is busted. Please...”

He frowned. "Have I ever stopped you from talking to that man, McKinnon? I'm not trying to drive a wedge between the two of you. I'm just asking, is this really the right time to call? He's probably resting at this hour... as you should. Instead, just wait. I'll give you your repaired phone tomorrow and let you talk to him then."

"You mean it?"

"I mean it,” reaffirmed Brendan. His piercing eyes showed resolve. "There isn't a reason for me to bluff about something like this.”

“Okay.”

"Good night.”

He took his document, closed the door, and went into his room, not to take a breather but to get changed. When the receptionist saw him up and about, she was startled. "Mr. Brighthall! ls something keeping you up? How can we help?"

"Where's the nearest cell phone store around here?”

Three days? That was too long!

Brendan's eyebrows furrowed. ‘Then get me a new phone and check my SIM card. See if it's still operational."

"Okey-dokey."

The owner inserted Kyran’s SIM card into the new phone and made a call. When it worked, he passed it back to Brendan. "Your baby's alright.”

Brendan produced Deirdre's soaked phone. "What about this? Can you repair it?”

Deirdre’s phone model was antiquated-it was the type that would malfunction the moment it was dropped into the water. It was also made from parts that were of less-than-stellar quality, which was made apparent the moment the owner opened the phone up. His eyebrows were practically knitted together on his forehead.

"I think you should just buy a new one instead of trying to resurrect this old one. It isn't worth much money, and the cost of repairing it? You'll get more out of your money if you buy a new one instead."