Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 672

Kyran became Deirdre’s kitchen helper. Around 5:00 p.m., they heard a knock on the door, prompting Deirdre to clap the flour out of her hands in joy. “Sweet! That has to be Glenna! Let her in, Kyran!”

A subtle change shadowed Kyran’s expression, though he ultimately obliged and answered the door.

The young woman had a few bags on her fingers when the door opened. When she saw Kyran, her eyes dodged him for a second.

Steeling herself, she called out, “Hi, Mr… Reed.”

Kyran nodded and stepped aside to let Glenna in.

Deirdre strode out of the kitchen and greeted cheerfully, “You came just in time, Glenna.A new change of kitchen helper is sorely needed! Kyran’s just no good at these things…He could not even peel and slice those potatoes right. If we want our dinner to happen soon, I’m gonna need your help.” Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Well, well, well! You’re in luck! This is exactly what I’m born to do!” Glenna placed the fruits down and rolled her sleeves. “Let me at ’em!”

Her usual preppiness had returned to her mannerism, making Deirdre assume she had finally let go of whatever misgivings she had. The thought relieved her. She brought out a large plate and said, “Slice them thin and place them here. We’re making chips later!”

Glenna started working. ‘These are a lot of potatoes for a three-person meal, don’t you think?” she remarked offhandedly.

“Can we finish them at all?”

“Four people. Mr. King’s joining us too.”

Deirdre felt her friend’s movement freeze. Glenna had turned quiet.

Deirdre nervously leaned closer and asked quietly, “You don’t mind him coming, right? I honestly thought you guys made up.”

“We… did.” It took a while before Glenna resumed peeling a potato. She looked beguilingly normal. “It was never anything serious, to begin with. Even people who’ve known each other for years get into fights every once in a while, right? I guess it’s not weird for acquaintances like us to do that too.”

For some reason, Deirdre felt something was still amiss. Hushed, she asked, “What started it?”

Glenna raised her head and gazed at Deirdre’s face. A wave of sympathy, conflict, and something else in between crashed onto her chest, and suddenly, Glenna found her hands shaking a little.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Deirdre rubbed her cheeks a little self-consciously and smiled. “Are you staring at me? Something on my face?”

Glenna snapped out of her trance. “No, I’m fine.” Her tone reverted to its casual gracefulness. “It’s between him and me, so you don’t have to overthink it. Who do you think we are? Schoolchildren? No, madam, we are adults and don’t need our teacher to play mediator!”

Deirdre’s gaze softened. “Okay, then. I’m with you on this. But if you need help with anything, you have to tell me.”

“Yes, mom,” Glenna intoned jokingly.

The bell rang. Declan had arrived. He removed his thick, heavy coat and hung it on the rack as soon as he got in before Kyran asked, “Been to Alnwick?”

“Sure did. Crazy weather there today. Good thing you didn’t come with me, or your body would have shut down.” He chuckled.

“Where’s Miss McKinnon?”

The young woman in question chimed in. “Over here!”

Declan strode into the kitchen and linked gazes with Glenna. Nothing changed his expression. He simply looked as he always did. “Been a while, Glenna.”

An unreadable glint flashed in her eyes. Her lips were trembling. She still could not calm down from the entire revelation, yet he acted as if nothing had ever happened. He was so calm that he was downright inhuman.

And that made her own heart feel cold.

Lowering her head to avert his gaze, she replied flatly, “Same here.”

Deirdre noticed the slight change in the air and stepped in. “You came just in time, Mr. King!”

She smiled. “Come help with the potatoes?”

Declan found the activity intriguing, so he answered her by stepping forward.

“Sure, but I’m a clumsy b*stard. You sure I’m not going to be a deadweight?”