Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 677

Chapter 677 It’s Like He’s Changed ‘The sky isn't bright yet, so I'm not going to bet on any cabs. Besides, letting a

young lady take a cab alone at this time is dangerous, so I'll just have Fionn drive you. He’s with me, after all."

Deirdre appreciated it immensely. 'Thank you.”

"Don't be, Miss McKinnon. I’m doing this not just because you're my friend's girl but because I admire you for your

character and charm. I think we're more than just someone who knows each other because of Kyran, right? We are

friends, period. So we help each other out and skip saying thanks all the time. It's what friends do," he replied,

laughing.

Deirdre felt warmth in her heart. What he said relieved her from feeling like a burden and allowed her the peace of

mind to accept his help. "If you say so, Declan. I'll take full advantage, then!"

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"Ha! Now that's the spirit!" Declan joked. "Fionn’s on his way. It should take him about half an hour. Just wait for

him."

Deirdre immediately changed into her casual wear and gathered fresh clothing for Kyran. She was worried that the

man would be so sick that he vomited all over himself and had no new clothes to change into.

About half an hour later, Fionn knocked on her door. She opened it, greeted him, and still felt a tinge of guilt. "I'm so

sorry, Mr. Fox. You have to drive in the dead of night to escort me like this."

The young man was surprised. "No, Miss McKinnon. There really isn't anything to be sorry about! Mr. King and I

have both decided to forego sleep for tonight, so driving you there neatly slots into the agenda."

She nodded and got into his car. 'The business in Alnwick... It must be pretty hectic, huh?"

Fionn obviously paused for a few seconds. "It's... manageable. It's not a whole pile of work, but someone has to

supervise the construction and be there on-site. A lot of its minor things are being settled, though."

Deirdre thinned her lips. "Has Kyran been... busy with you guys too?"

Fionn had expected her to ask something like this, so he supplied her with a non-answer, "You're not wrong."

‘Why did he have to drink? Was it a social event related to work?"

He flashed her a smile. "I wouldn't know about that since I just returned from Alnwick when Mr. Reed was already

drunk. Still, I don’t think you need to fret too much about it, Miss McKinnon. Mr. Reed is a grown-up who knows what

he's doing, so I bet he has some good reasons to drink too. Once he sobers up and wakes, you can ask him."

Deirdre could read between the lines, so she let the questions drop. Her fingers tightened around Kyran’s fresh new

clothes.

She got out of the car as soon as it stopped. Fionn led her to the guest room's door just in time when Declan came

out of it. He quickly noticed the eyebags under her eyes and chuckled in helpless amusement, "Oh God, you came

with eyebags like that, Miss McKinnon? Kyran's going to kill me for bringing you here without giving you the time for

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a proper rest!"

Deirdre smiled. "Well, I'll just tell him I came of my own volition. I couldn't sleep while I was at home, anyway. How's

he doing?"

Declan cast an aside glance at the man on the bed, who had covered half his face with one hand. His skin was

ruddy from his indulgence, and judging from the man's furrowed eyebrows, Kyran obviously did not enjoy his

current state at all.

"Drank hard enough to turn off his brain. Pretty unconscious," he concluded and stepped aside for Deirdre to enter.

She felt her way to the bed and tried to look through the perpetual fog that hung over her eyes. She felt her chest

tightening before her heart sank as though a boulder was tied to it. She breathed a little harder.

Why had he drunk himself into such a stupor? The Kyran she knew had always been disciplined, sensible, and

rational. He rarely had moments when he lost himself to abandon, let alone trouble anyone else with his own lack

of control. But he just had not been like himself today, had he?