Resent, Reject, Regret Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 312

Chapter 312 He’s Angry

Suddenly, a lone rock coursed through an arc and slammed onto her forehead. A sharp pang jolted her.

Deirdre moved her hand and felt warm blood on her fingers. Her head swam in a dizzy sea of pain as
she heard the children’s remarks.

“We know you’re in there, you freak! Don’t pretend not to hear us! It’s your eyes that are busted, not
your ears! Haha, she thinks she can stay inside and say nothing, guys! Then we’ll play try to hit the
freak’ with her!”

The children did exactly what they said they would Rocks began to shower at her, and the fact that
every single one landed at her quickly removed the possibility of coincidences Her visage turned pale

Enough was enough. Deirdre was just about to rise when she heard the child’s unkind delight turn
awry. “H -Heeeey! Who the h- What are you doing!?”

There was a crash. Something was chucked onto the ground

Deirdre opened the gate and was immediately greeted by the sound of the leader’s angry tears “How
dare you lay your hands on me, you stinky outsider!? Just wait! I’m gonna tell Granny! She’ll make you
regret this, j*rk!”

He scrambled away. His sycophants followed suit, casting their rocks away before bolting away in a
cloud of dust.

Deirdre took a deep breath, endured the sting in her forehead, and turned toward the gate. “Who is
this?”



To her confusion, there was no answer. A jolt of realization broke her stupor, and she answered herself,
” Is that you, Mr. Reed?”

Her intuition told her the man nodded. She heard him sidle up to her.

Before she could say more, she felt the strands covering her forehead parting before his fingertip
grazed close to her new gash. He was careful not to directly touch her wound, but she inhaled sharply.

He stopped. Deirdre could somehow feel rage emanating from across her. “M-Mr. Reed? Are you… Are
you angry?”

She stopped herself in disbelief. Why would he be angry? She could not fathom any reason to. No, she
must have mistaken him.

Whatever the truth was, the man could not say it. He simply tightened his grip around her wrist before
leading her in an unknown direction. Stunned, Deirdre frowned and demanded, “H-Hey, where are we
going? S-Stop!”

She shook his hand away. “I’m not comfortable with this. Please let me go.”

The man, strangely, seemed to have left her alone. He walked away, to her surprise, but she did not
pay it any mind. Maybe he was disappointed with Deirdre’s reaction and decided to leave.

Maybe she was in the wrong. Her attitude toward the Good Samaritan was pretty nasty for a woman
who had just been protected from those bullying children. She might not have used harsh language,
but she did not thank the man, either.

Her head protested in pain. Deirdre almost reached out to it before stopping herself. Her fingers were
dirty with mud and soil.



She made her way back to the yard and resumed her work. She had just dug up a small mound when
she heard the gate creak. Someone had pushed it open.

Looking toward it, she yelled, “Madame Russell?”

There was no answer, just footsteps pacing closer to her.

‘It’s Kyran Reed again.’ She was unsure what he was planning to do this time, but she could hear him.
crouch. Then, she felt her jaw being gently lifted and the softness of a cotton ball dabbing around the
ridge of her cut.

She would be lying if she claimed it did not hurt. She tugged on the cuff of the man’s sleeves
reflexively, but he did not stop. After cleaning her wound, he dressed it up with a bandage, his
movements. featherlight and delicate.

It was only then Deirdre understood what had happened. “When you were yanking me to, well,
somewhere, were you just trying to help me with my injury, Mr. Reed?”

There was still no answer, but Deirdre’s heart softened. The man could not speak, so he could not
express his concern for her injury. When he saw her fighting him, he decided to bring the first-aid kit
straight to her instead.

His intention was altruistic, yet she thought the worst of him and guarded herself. Why? Because he
reminded her of Brendan the first time they met?

Well, how was that fair?

“Thank you,” Deirdre said after it was over. “You’ve helped me twice… No, three times now. I wouldn’t
know what to do if you didn’t help me, so… yeah. Thank you, truly.”



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