Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 673

Deirdre tossed an implicative glance outside the kitchen.

“Believe me, I’ve seen the worst, and now nobody else’s skill could ever faze me again. Seriously, try to surprise me.” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Heh.” Declan excitedly washed his hands and grabbed a spare knife. He made a few nicks and began to unpeel it.

“How’s this?”

Deirdre’s poor sight would not be able to help her tell, but she also thought this was the best opportunity to get Glenna and Declan talking again.

“What do you think, Glenna?”

Quietly exasperated, Glenna turned in the direction of Declan’s hand and noticed how beautiful his fingers really were. It was as if a man with good genes simply could not have anything remotely out of place in any part of their physical appearance. Glenna never fancied herself as someone who gave a dime about hands, and yet even her heart throbbed.

When she finally broke out of her trance, she realized she had been silent too long. Declan tried to dispel the awkwardness in the air with a chuckle. “I must have done a really crappy job if my panelist can’t review my handiwork.”

He made another nick.

“How about now?”

“I’m not feeling well. Excuse me,” Glenna suddenly declared. She set her knife and potato down and hurried out of the kitchen altogether.

Embarrassed, Declan could only remark to himself, “Okay. I’ll take that as a yes.”

Deirdre turned to the direction Glenna disappeared into and felt her heart sink. She could not stop thinking about the conversation she had overheard. What happened? What was it that made Glenna hold that big of a grudge? She obviously had a crush on Declan, so why was she avoiding him?

A moment later, she asked, “I know the two of you had made up, Mr. King, but why does it seem like she’s still holding a grudge?”

“I guess so, huh?” Declan remembered how Glenna had burst into tears at that time despite himself and asked, “Say, what sort of thing would make Glenna cry, you think?”

“Make her cry!?” Deirdre was shocked. “What sort of question is that? Did … Did you make her cry!?”

“Of course I didn’t!” Declan quickly replied, forcing himself out of his memories before finding an excuse.

“I just thought she looked like the tough type who would never shed a tear over anything, so I wondered.”

Deirdre returned to her work as she exhaled a breath. “Glenna’s a tough cookie. I’ve never seen or heard her cry before, which means… if she did cry, then it must have been over something that really broke her heart.”

Glenna only returned after the potato slices were almost done. She explained that she was having a stomachache. Not willing to expose her, Deirdre played along.

“Had something shady lately?”

“Yeah, that’s gotta be it. It must be that super-spicy taco from the other day. D*mnit, I should have known!” she replied as she finished slicing the last potato. They poured oil into a frying pan and let it

heat.

Soon enough, a plate of fresh, crispy potato chips was ready. Deirdre moved on to their other dishes- including Glenna’s stuffed eggplants- until, finally, the dinner was served on the table.

Glenna had always been a lively chatterbox, yet today, she was uncharacteristically quiet and seemed almost too focused on her meal.

Declan ended up breaking the ice, asking, “Charlene McKinney should be going to trial soon, right?”

Mentioning Charlene made Deirdre remember just how fast time flew. She squared the numbers quickly with her fingers and answered, “I think it’s next Monday.”

Now that Charlene’s case was right around the corner, Deirdre suddenly found her confidence a little wavering.

“I really hope that she gets her just dessert right there and then. Please don’t let anything unexpected happen!”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Declan said with a nonchalant smile.” We’ve got a credible eyewitness and some evidence from the police. It’s only a matter of time before

Charlene is sentenced for her crimes. Then, even after she has served her time and returns, you and Kyran will have long settled down. She can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You’re right.” Deirdre smiled, hoping that things would go exactly as he said.

She was just about to ask more about Charlene when a series of buzzes interrupted her.

Kyran glanced at his screen, saw it was from an unknown number, and hung it up.

A few seconds later, his phone buzzed again.It was as if the caller was determined to have their call answered, or else…