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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 362
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Chapter 362 Disassociate With Him

Did she still like Brendan Brighthall?

Deirdre only hated that she was blind, hence unable to seek revenge against Brendan.

Declan didn’t do anything and remained silent until Deirdre managed to regain her composure. Then he smiled and

said, “That’s good. I don’t want Kyran to be with a woman who likes someone else. Since you have nothing to do

with Mr. Brighthall, you should have a new start with Kyran.”

When Declan mentioned Kyran again, Deirdre’s expression changed. “I have nothing to do with Kyran.”

“Whether you have or not, you should know better than I do.” Declan paused for a moment before continuing. “I

also know that you have concerns about Kyran’s identity. I can understand that after the incident with Mr. Brighthall.

It’s normal for you to be on guard. But I think you should also feel that Kyran and Mr. Brighthall are two completely

different people.

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“Kyran will never hurt you. If this doesn’t make you lower your guard, how can he prove it? He can’t take his heart

out for you, can he?”

Declan said half-jokingly. Then, he turned around to buy a mask and hat for Deirdre.

Deirdre was rooted on the spot. Her mind was in a mess, and Declan’s words were playing over and over again.

Declan said she should be able to feel that Kyran and Brendan were two different people.

Yes, even she was wondering about this point.

Brendan was cold-blooded by nature, domineering, and professional. He always focused on himself and never

cared about hurting others. Kyran, on the other hand, was a very gentle gentleman. He was considerate and would

rather get sick than let her suffer the slightest cold.

With such a completely opposite personality, why did she always have the illusion that Kyran was. Brendan and

suspected Kyran’s identity?

Was she dazed? Did she mess up everything when she saw Brendan in the same hospital?

Deirdre had a headache. She closed her eyes and opened them again. Declan had returned and handed over the

things he had bought.

“Just put them on.”

“Thank you.” Deirdre put on the hat and mask, making sure that her eyes would not be exposed.

Fortunately, as soon as she entered the hospital and walked all the way to the 11th floor, the scene from yesterday

did not repeat itself.

Declan knew what she was nervous about and explained, “Because Mr. Brighthall went out yesterday, he’s suffering

from wound dehiscence. Hence, he can only lie on the bed and can’t go anywhere. Don’t worry about meeting him.

With a row of bodyguards outside his room, it’s difficult for you to get in.”

Deirdre lowered her head. For an unknown reason, Declan added, “I think his condition is very serious. Even the

most authoritative academicians in the hospital have been transferred here.”

She clenched her fists, hesitated repeatedly, and whispered, “Mr. King, thank you for telling me the news. But I

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don’t want to hear about him anymore, not even a little bit.”

Declan paused, raised his eyebrows, and said, “I thought you would be happy, and I think this is good news.”

Deirdre shook her head. She was not happy and felt stuffier. All she wanted was to disassociate with Brendan. The

cleaner, the better.

“Okay, since you don’t like it so much, I won’t say it next time.”

Deirdre nodded. Declan went on leading her to Kyran’s ward.

Kyran was still drinking porridge. When he saw Declan, he immediately shifted his gaze behind him, settling down

only when he saw Deirdre.

“Alright, I’ve brought the person to you. I’ll go to the doctor while you guys take your time,” teased Declan.

Kyran nodded. Declan left immediately after that. Kyran typed on his phone to invite Deirdre to sit down. When

Deirdre sat on the sofa, gratification could be seen in his eyes.

“I thought you wouldn’t come anymore.”

“How could I?” Deirdre cleared up her messy thoughts and cheered herself up. “You’re still sick.”