Resent, Reject, Regret novel Chapter 406

”No trouble, darling! No trouble at all!” replied the man, scratching his head and chuckling to himself. “I should be the one to thank the two of you! There’s no way I’m the only one contributing to pictures this good. The models did at least half of the work in this case! Anyway, I should excuse myself. I hope I get an invitation to your eventual, coming-soon wedding!”

He bolted away just like that. Deirdre hardly had the time to explain her relationship with Kyran. Sensing the young man’s burning gaze laser-focused on her neck, she apologized under her breath, “He fled before I could explain. Besides, I don’t think he’d trust me if I told him we aren’t a couple.”

“I know. That is why I don’t think there’s anything to explain. I like the ‘misunderstanding’ better.”

Kyran’s smile worsened Deirdre’s embarrassment. She was starting to feel a little sick in her stomach, too, and before she knew it, her hand was pressing against her belly.

The man caught her action and asked, “Do you need the bathroom?”

She nodded sheepishly. He took her hand and declared, “I’ll lead you.”

They weaved in and out of the crowd until they reached their destination. “Here. You can ask anyone inside to help to get into the cubicle, and I’ll wait here. If you need anything, just shout.”

“Okay.”

She could not help but feel calm. She followed the direction Kyran gave, and as soon as she bumped into a woman, she told them to lead her to one of the toilets.

By the time she was done, the bathroom had quieted down. She felt her way to the washing basin while Freya suddenly strode in, her face half-covered with a cap.

The scowl she shot at Deirdre was dripping with bitter resentment. She simply could not understand why this was the one who had managed to get Kyran’s heart while she had lost. Then, of course, there was the performance they had given on the carousel. It only fanned her flames even more.

She forced herself to sound as calm as she could after approaching Deirdre. “Well, today’s just magical, isn’t it? That Kyran Reed sure loves you, doesn’t he?”

Deirdre’s hands paused in mid-washing.

“F*ck me! You’re Deirdre McKinnon!?”

Deirdre cast her eyes low to the floor. She could not believe just how stubborn Freya was. She just did not know when to quit! “You’re right. It’s me.”

Freya felt as though she had slapped herself in the face. Her cheeks burned. “But when? How!? When did you face.. I have no idea what happened!” she stammered, shocked.

Deirdre faced her calmly, but her tone was frigid. “Why should you know if my face has recovered? Are you the doctor? No. Do you still work in that hospital? No. Why does it shock you to know that you’ve no idea I got my face patched up?”

Freya’s mind blanked. She shook her head in denial. She could not accept that an ugly, hideous freak had somehow undergone a metamorphosis. “No, this is insane! Your disfigurement was so extreme, you can’t possibly have that face reconstructed and healed within half a month!”

A twisted grimace shadowed her visage. She narrowed her eyes as though she had found her trump card and demanded, “Why are you wearing a mask?”