Chapter 442 So Was That Your Tacit Invitation?

“Why, Kyran? Why do you think I’m… like this?” Bitterness tinged her last question. She was angry—angry at the incomprehensibility of her own emotions. Kyran’s hand ran down her back, his expression serene. “Deirdre, you don’t feel joy over anyone’s death because you’re that kind-hearted. Your happiness doesn’t need to be built on anyone’s pain.” “But I should be happy! Shouldn’t I?” “Deirdre?” Kyran lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Do you still love him?” “Love who?” “Him.” She shook her head with all her might. Tears of bitter, painful anger rolled out of her cheeks. “Love!? I hate him! I hate him so much… it’s wearing me out…” “So, you’ll never forgive him, no matter what he does?” There was not a shred of hesitancy in her response.”Never!” Even Kyran was taken aback by how quickly her answer sprung. For a long time, he typed nothing. The silence brewed a quiet sense of unease in her. “W-What’s wrong?” He gave a soft laugh. “Nothing. I was just thinking. If you