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Chapter 676 Always Home Late
"Naturally, I'll respect your eventual decision too.
Kyran allowed the woman’s scent to calm him down. When he felt like he had finally gained a semblance of control,
he studied the hazy, silvery moonlight from outside, illuminating each strand of her hair, and ran his fingers through
them. "It's not as grave as you've imagined, but it's... It's not good for you. Those people are after me and me
alone, yet you get dragged into my problems. I'm sorry. I'm a sorry excuse of a man-"
Deirdre clasped her hand over his lips. She shook her head, her expression sincere. "Please, don’t ever say
something like that to me, Kyran. I know how good you are, better than anyone else in the world. If you've
somehow brought harm to me, then God knows how much trouble I must have brought you! But here's the thing... I
never feel bad for any of it, so you shouldn't be."
Kyran’s eyes seemed to be trembling. In the end, he nodded. He lowered his head and began searching for her lips.
Deirdre was flustered. "Wait! You haven't told me who those people are and why they are... after... you..."
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Kyran could see her rouge blush in full and felt his throat burning with desire. It was more than lust, though-this was
the prime distraction for the conversation to move beyond.
He buried his head into the woman's breasts, his words muffled and a little unintelligible. "I'll solve this myself, so
you don't worry about it, okay? Take care of yourself and... continue to believe in me."
Since then, Kyran began to work long hours. He almost only came back during the wee hours. Deirdre would always
wait for him with the lights on, and he would always tell her not to.
"Don't wait for me, okay? Go to sleep early. Whenever I start becoming busy, it could take me all the way till the
next morning to come back, and I'm adamant that you don't burn the midnight oil the way I do."
"No, it's not a problem. I'm used to having the lights on. Besides, it's not like I can see that much anyway. I’ll fall
asleep whenever I'm tired enough."
Kyran could only look at her with a pained expression, but he had nothing to say after all.
As the day for Charlene’s court trial drew near, Kyran came home later and later. There was a day when he did not
come home at all.
In the past, Kyran would call and tell her in advance about it, but Deirdre could not get to him when she tried his
number. Panic began to seize her, so she frantically called Declan.
Half a minute later, the call connected. She wasted no time asking, "Mr. King! Do you know where Kyran is? It's
going to be morning soon, and he's still not here. I can't reach him through his phone, and I'm just so... So...!"
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"He's with me, Miss McKinnon," Declan replied reassuringly. "Don't worry. He's right here with me."
"With you?" Deirdre was startled. "Working at your place?'
"No. He's drunk out of his wits," Declan answered helplessly. "I told him I’ll drive him home, but the man said, 'No!
What if I woke her up by accident? What if I scared her for looking so damn hammered?' Thus, I let him rest in my
guest room.
"You don’t have to be worried. If he's with me, he’s definitely safe and unharmed. Once he has woken and sobered
up, I'll drive him home."
Deirdre would not wait until he was sober. Just the idea that Kyran could be this hammered made her think of how
uncomfortable and sick he must feel-and that only intensified her anxiety. "Mr. King, where's your villa? Can you
send me the address? I'll hail a ride."
"You’re coming? I mean, I don't think it's a good idea. You haven’t had a good sleep, right?" Declan said, just a little
cautiously. "If Kyran learns you came to see him despite having not slept a wink the whole night, he is not going to
be terribly happy. But then again..."
He laughed knowingly. "Nothing I say is going to make any difference to you, is it? You're not going to change your
mind just because Silver Tongue Declan tried. You're still coming, aren't you?"
Deirdre bit her lips, but his words relieved some of her worries. "Well, then. Please tell me your house address."
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