Chapter 330: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 331

Chapter 331 Do You Hate Me?

Kyran ignored Declan and turned his face to Deirdre, asking, “Are you done?”

His chest was still left exposed to the air.

Deirdre’s ears were burning hot. Even though she couldn’t see anything, she spun her head to the other side. “It’s done.”

Kyran pulled his shirt down and buttoned it up again. After that, he typed and asked, ”

Did that friend of yours look a lot like me?”

Deirdre was stunned for a moment, and the light in her eyes dimmed. “Yeah, but there’s still a slight difference between you and him.”

“What kind of person is he?”

‘What kind of person is he?‘

He was domineering, cold–blooded, and heartless. When Brendan’s face appeared in Deirdre’s mind, he would always look at her with a condescending and icy gaze.

When she gave it a second thought, Kyran and Brendan were two completely different people. Something must have gone wrong in her head that she thought they were similar to each other.

“I’ve forgotten about it.” The last thing Deirdre wanted was to recall anything about that man. She paused for a moment before replying, “It has been too long. My memories about him have gotten fuzzy.”

This was her hope as well. She hoped that one day, she would forget about Brendan, forget about all the painful past, and make a fresh start.

Sensing that she did not want to continue the conversation, Kyran changed the topic and typed, “Let me send you back.”

Deirdre wanted to tell him that he did not have to do that. However, the church had a complex internal structure, and she was not familiar with the ways. As a blind person, there was no way she could make her way out. Therefore, she could only nod and say, “Thank you then.”

Kyran fell silent for a moment. He seemed a bit displeased with Deirdre’s reaction, but he did not show it on his face. He grabbed her wrist and began to lead her out.

By the time they came out, a thin layer of snow was on the ground.

Deirdre stretched her arm to reach out for the snowflakes. The snow melted on her palm, and she could feel the coldness seeping into her skin.

“I’ll send you back to the Russells,” Kyran typed.

“It’s okay,” Deirdre replied as she waved her hand. “I’m sure you guys have something to do for coming to Alnwick. You’ve wasted a lot of time helping me, so I can’t keep on bothering you anymore. I know how to go back. I’ll go back myself.”

Kyran replied, “It’s snowing, and the road is slippery. You might fall.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be more careful.”

Kyran frowned. “Miss McKinnon, can you stop rejecting me? Do you hate me? Or are you keeping your distance and not wanting to interact with me because I look like your old friend?”

Deirdre was stunned.

She did not hate Kyran. On the contrary, she had a feeling about him that she couldn’t explain because he couldn’t speak. However, it was also because he looked a lot like Brendan that she did not know how to face him now.

“You’re just overthinking.” Deirdre lowered her face. “You guys are two different people. I know that very well.”

“So this means that you don’t hate me, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let me send you back.”

Deirdre did not reject him this time.

Kyran was walking in front of her. He grabbed her hand tightly and tucked it into his pocket.

Deirdre froze for a moment as the memory of her walking with Brendan in cold weather surfaced.

The man was walking very fast. The window on the third floor was left open. She was following behind him, her limbs frozen stiff. As she panted heavily, she said, ” Brendan, wait… Wait for me…”

However, the man paid her no mind until she fell to the floor.

He turned his head to look at her. Deirdre’s hand was bleeding, but she kept it inside her sleeve. She got up from the floor and said, “It’s too cold. My feet were frozen stiff.”

Brendan glanced at the hand she hid in the sleeve and said, “Take it out.”

Deirdre had no other choice but to stretch her arm forward. When Brendan saw the wound on her hand, he frowned. He grabbed her hand and stuck it into his pocket.