Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 671

Who was their mystery photographer?

Kyran had no idea. He knew that if the pictures were to be leaked to the public, it would spell trouble.

Deirdre stood still and waited for Kyran’s return patiently. It was a great moment to immerse herself in- she liked being a part of the bustling scene. It made her feel alive.

She heard footsteps drawing near and thought it was Kyran. Unexpectedly, it was a middle-aged woman. “Fine day, young lady. The man who was with you… Is his name

‘Kyran Reed’?”

She was gregarious enough, but her choice of words triggered Deirdre’s defense. She frowned warily and asked, “Can I help you?”

“Oh, no! It’s nothing big! I don’t mean to scare you,” explained the middle- aged woman.

“Kyran Reed simply wanted me to inform you that he’s caught up with something and can’t really come to you, so you should wait for him at the entrance.”

“Caught up with… what?”

The middle-aged woman chuckled dryly. “Beats me. I’m just a messenger. I wouldn’t know. That’s all, really.”

As Deirdre hesitated, the middle-aged woman left. Still suspicious, she carefully pushed the cart forward and wondered if anything had happened to make Kyran leave her alone.

In fact, she didn’t even know where the entrance was. She had never been to this particular supermarket.

Then, suddenly, she heard Kyran calling out to her from her side, “Dee? I thought I told you to wait for me where you stood. Where are you heading?”

Deirdre was stunned. “Didn’t you say you’re caught up in something? So I have to wait for you by the entrance?”

“I said that?”

Deirdre bit her lips immediately. “D-Did I just get d-duped?”

Kyran quickly caressed her cheeks, his brows locked into a frown. “What happened?” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“I was waiting for you right where we were until someone who sounded like a middle aged woman approached me and asked if you were Kyran. Then, she told me you’re caught up in something and informed her to tell me to wait for you by the entrance.”

Kyran’s expression darkened as Deirdre added, “Who is she? Do you know her?”

He espied the anxiety bubbling in her face and decided to comfort her. “It’s nothing. We should head back first. That middle-aged woman was just someone I instructed to check on you, but I didn’t tell her to make you wait by the entrance. She probably misunderstood my message.”

“Huh? So that’s all?” Deirdre’s anxiety broke away to reveal her relief. Smiling, she remarked, “God, so she really was just doing what you told her to! You should be a bit clearer next time. That gave me a fright!”

Kyran held her hand, but any reflective surface would have easily shown a new shadow of stoic severity over his face. He knew very well that he had never asked any middle aged woman to talk to Deirdre. That led him to the question: who was that? What was her motive? Was she affiliated with their mystery photographer?

Either way, Kyran knew better than to stay there any longer. Soon, they paid for their groceries, left the supermarket, and took a long detour. It was so long that even Deirdre noticed. “Is it me, or have we been walking for a long time? I thought the supermarket was close to our place.”

“Sorry, are you tired? I guess I didn’t think things through. It’s just that… I heard from someone that the neighborhood we’re staying in has this really scenic place with cool, fresh air, so I thought… I thought of bringing you there.”

He looked over his shoulder. No one had been following them.

Deirdre’s eyes twinkled. Wrapping her arm around his, she asked, “Oh! What’s it like?”

“A man-made lake with a lot of koi fish.”

Deirdre imagined it in her head and decided it must be a picturesque place. She agreed to his sudden change of plan wholeheartedly.

The couple sat by the lake’s edge and enjoyed that quiet peace. It was only when it was time to prepare for their dinner that Deirdre returned home.