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Chapter 488 We Need to Talk, Deirdre
Hoyt’s face was still tense by the time he walked out of the shop. Concerned, Deirdre asked, “You alright?”
He wiped some light sweat off his face and said bashfully, “I’m so sorry, Miss McKinnon. The point was to buy you
some clothes, but I ended up dragging you into our drama and made you watch all that… embarrassing stinker.”
“Nonsense,” Deirdre replied reassuringly and gave him a small smile. “There was nothing embarrassing about it.
It’s what relationships are like, dramatic and complicated.”
Just like her own. No one would have known the lengths she had gone through for a man-to be willingly used as an
impostor for two years, be incarcerated, disfigured, blinded, and lose the child she so wanted to bring to the world.
Her relationship story was the biggest stinker of them all.
“A word of advice, Mr. Leigh,” she said. “Sometimes, blaming yourself for everything that has happened only
prevents you from moving on when you should.”
Hoyt blushed and nodded. “R-Right. You’re right.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe smiled. “Any other clothing shop I can go to?”
“Y-Yes! Of course! This whole street is lined up with clothing stores! I’ll bring you to another one.”
“Alright!”
Deirdre walked beside him until, suddenly, she felt someone watching her. She turned, but her recovering eyesight
made it impossible to identify that onlooker.
“Miss McKinnon? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She smiled. It must be her oversensitivity acting up again.
They entered a new store where she quickly found a suitable coat for herself. She took it to the counter and
immediately tried to foot the bill.
“Er, don’t you want to put it on first?” asked Hoyt.
The saleswoman chimed in. “Yeah, try it on! It’s okay. We like people trying things out. Some of these clothes might
look good on their own, but it takes putting them on to really see how well they match you!”
Deirdre was hard-pressed to argue with the saleswoman, so she complied. She took off her coat and passed it to
Hoyt. Suddenly, she heard the chime hanging by the entrance ring.
She froze. Her instinct told her that a man was standing two meters away from her. Then, a mechanical voice said,
“Come here, Deirdre.”
The voice was so familiar that it seeped into her bones and made her quiver. The interior of the store was warm,
yet she felt her limbs chilling exponentially. She saw a completely black, humanoid shape in the distance, and all of
her colors were drained out of her face. She shivered.
Kyran showed no sign of anger at her reaction. He shot a hostile glare at Hoyt before patiently typing again, “Hey,
over here.”
He showed very good manners, yet she instinctively tugged on Hoyt’s shirt and began to inch behind him. Kyran
stepped forward. Before he could grab hold of her, Hoyt shielded the young woman completely. The latter
recognized the former. Of course, he was the man who was looking for Deirdre in their village. He was imposing
and domineering, and Hoyt’s knees were turning to jelly, but the thought of how pale
and afraid the woman behind him was bolstered his mettle.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“G-Get a clue, m-m-mister! Miss McKinnon doesn’t want to see you!”
Kyran had to swallow the rage the young man had ignited, but he was very well near throwing a tantrum. His fury
had been building up since he watched Deirdre and Hoyt walking side-by-side, laughing and chatting with this
unforgivable hint of intimacy. He practically had to summon all of his patience to keep his snarling beast of a
temper down.
He looked at them calmly and continued to type, “Please, Deirdre, be good and come over here. If you have any
opinion or misunderstanding about me, just tell me so I can explain it all to you.”
‘Misunderstanding, he said?’ Deirdre clenched her fists and widened her eyes as hard as she could. She wanted to
see him, but all she could see was a blurry, vague mien showing him to be a man. There was no other detail she
could glean.
She just… could not unreservedly trust him anymore.
She would not even come close to him.
“Deirdre, we should talk.”
She shook her head at that soulless, mechanical voice. Her pale lips were trembling when she rejected him. “T-
There’s nothing to talk about, so please g-g-go back to where you belong.”
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