Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 701

He’s Just Returned From that Woman's Place

The balcony window was open, so Kyran reached out and shut it before pulling Deirdre into his arms. "Why are you standing here? Aren't you cold?

I wouldn't like you catching a cold.”

He was so caring and attentive, though he could not help but express seriousness at the thought of her health.

Deirdre chuckled, a little guilty, and explained, "I heard it was raining out there, so I was worried the journey from Village Alnwick would get a little bumpier. Good thing you came back so soon, though!" Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She pressed the side of her head against his chest until a scent caught her attention. It was the same thing she had smelled from the previous night.

Was it that woman again? Did he just come back from that woman's side?

Deirdre lowered her eyes, and Brendanm caught on. ‘What's wrong?"

She shook her head and smiled. "Nothing! Are you hungry? I'll make you something hot."

"Nice."

A little while later, the weather worsened. The rain washed over the ground with palpable ferocity. The next morning was consequently colder.

Deirdre told Kyran to put on an extra shirt for warmth and watched him leave. Then, she put on her own coat and left the house.

She waited by the gate, and a while later, a car stopped outside. The window rolled down and revealed Sam’s face.

Sam opened the door to the passenger's side. "Get in, Miss McKinnon."

She got inside, closed the door, and pointed out nonchalantly, “You came here all the way from Neve, right? I didn’t expect you to be here so soon."

"Oh. Right."

Sam was a little startled but nodded nevertheless. He was not going to admit that he had decided to stay around the area and most certainly had not driven from Neve.

"You asked me for help, so I cut back a little on my sleep to come to you as early as I could." He fibbed as he turned the engine on before changing the topic altogether. "Have you had breakfast? Should we grab some or head straight to the hospital?"

Deirdre did not even blink. ‘Take me to Brendan's."

Sam almost stomped on the brake. "What!?"

"I said, take me to Brendan’s place."

Sam was a little hard-pressed to get out of this pickle. ‘You're pulling a fast one on me, Miss McKinnon. You know how far he is from us, right?

Besides, pardon my bluntness, but he... might not want to see you at all."

"I know he’s here," Deirdre insisted brusquely while making sure her rage did not get blown over. "I don't care if he wants to see me or not. I'm seeing him today. If this is a difficult position for you to be in, then just abandon me by the front door of his house, and I'll say I have never seen you at all today."

"Miss McKinnon..."

Sam was in a difficult position. In fact, he was wailing to himself in his thoughts. ‘The godd*mned front door of his house is your own front door! I'll just leave you back where you were!’

"Sam, how have I been to you?"

The man immediately answered her, "Very good! You're nothing but kind and good.”

Deirdre cast her sight down. "I don’t want to cajole you into anything, but I'm running out of options, Sam. I have to see Brendan today! If you can help me this once, just this once, I promise I won’t ever trouble you again from this moment on."

"Miss McKinnon, wasn't it an explicit wish for the both of you never to come in contact with each other after the divorce? You know, letting bygones be bygones?" Sam reminded her helplessly. "I'm not sure what you're trying to do with this."

‘Let bygones be bygones?’ Deirdre almost laughed. If only the male side of the equation could keep his end of the bargain!

"It's not as simple as you think, Sam, but the point remains. I will see Brendan today. He doesn't want to answer my calls, which leaves me no choice but to ask you for help." She clenched her jaw a little. "I Know he’s here. Both of you are here. No one knows where he is better than you do, Sam. You're the only one who can help."