Chapter 441 He’s Dying

There was no movement. Surprised, Deirdre reached out and tried to grab hold of something. There was nothing underneath the comforter. There was no one on the bed. She heard no sounds from the bathroom, either. Deirdre had no idea when Kyran left—she had not had the chance to touch the man before she did the laundry. Where could the man be in such cold weather? She was just wondering about it when the door opened. A cold gale broke in, carrying the scent only he possessed. She rose from the bed and asked, “Kyran?” “It’s me.” Deirdre breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward. “Where have you been?” The man’s hands were a bit cold. He pulled his one hand away and began to type, “The doctor recommends I perform more exercise, so when I woke up a little earlier today, I decided to take a walk downstairs. What’s up?” “Oh, nothing,” Deirdre replied absent-mindedly. It was not his whereabouts that made her anxious—it was the possibility of Brendan knowing who Kyran was and making