Resent, Reject, Regret novel Chapter 367

Deirdre did not say anything in return. Suddenly, Declan remembered something and chided himself for saying so many things that he shouldn’t be saying.

Perhaps he had been holding these things inside of him for too long and was desperately looking for a window to spill them out.

“Don’t worry, Miss McKinnon. The things between Kyran and her are already in the past.” Declan said, “Since he has chosen you, it means he has already moved on.”

Deirdre smiled. If he really had moved on, he wouldn't have reacted so violently when she mentioned that woman, and Declan wouldn't be so hesitant to answer her questions as if he was hiding a secret.

Honestly, she did not really care about it. After all, she was very clear that there was no way she would be together with Kyran.

It was just that there was something she did not understand. Why did Kyran approach her if he still loved that woman deeply?

Before she could get an answer to her question, someone came out from the emergency room.

Declan hastily walked up to them. The doctor said a lot of things, and Deirdre just listened at the back. Apparently, Kyran still had to undergo another surgery. He couldn't walk around freely to prevent his wound from tearing open again.

Kyran was still sleeping while the nurse pushed him to the ward since the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet. Declan had to go to get the hospitalization procedure done, so Deirdre was left alone, sitting by the bed.

She did not dare to touch him as she did not know where his wound was. She just carefully helped him to tuck in his quilt. When she accidentally touched his hand, he unconsciously grabbed her hand.

“Kyran…” Deirdre wanted to remove her hand, but Kyran was holding her tightly. She had to exert some strength if she wanted to get her hand out, so she had no other choice but to let him hold her hand.

When Declan returned and saw them holding hands, he chuckled and said, “Well, it seems like he really likes you a lot. Even though he's unconscious, he's still holding your hand so tightly.”

Deirdre was embarrassed and said, “Kyran caught my hand and refuses to let me go…”

“Miss McKinnon, are you tired?”

Deirdre shook her head. “I've slept for a long time, so I don't think I'll sleep when I get back.”

Kyran held her hand so tightly that it hurt her. His face was pale, and he slowly released her hand as he opened his eyes.

When Kyran regained consciousness, he turned his head around as if looking for something. Deirdre hastily placed her hand on his arm.

“You just had your surgery, so you need to stay put. If not, your wound might tear open again. Just tell me what you are looking for.”

Kyran calmed himself down and grabbed her hand. He was weak since he had only woken up, so he weakly wrote the word “phone” on her palm.

Deirdre was stunned. She thought he was thirsty or hungry or that his wound hurt. She did not expect that the first thing he would be looking for after waking up was his phone.

“Wait for a moment. I think your phone is around here. Let me look for it.”

She turned over to the table beside the bed. After she ran her hand over the table carefully for a while, she found Kyran's phone and handed it to him.