Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers
Resent Reject Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 529

Chapter 529 As Those Scars Healed

Deirdre had expected Charlene to be arrested, but she did not expect it to happen as soon as two days later. When the police told her the woman in question was already detained, Deirdre was shocked. The police were careful to put a damp on whatever fervor Deirdre might have after hearing news like that. "We need to put this out there, though. We might not get to arrest her instantly on our first attempt." She did not really need it-Deirdre knew it was next to a miracle to get Charlene to admit to guilt or be arrested on the first day. She splashed some water over her face, hoping the cold would wake her up from any stupor.

She was so preoccupied that she missed out on her face's strange smoothness. She changed into a set of new clothes and went downstairs.

Declan was on breakfast duty today while Kyran played his assistant. Hearing a commotion echoing from the stairs, Declan raised his head and greeted, "Miss McKinnon, good morn-" He did not finish his sentence.

Kyran instinctively turned to look at the woman at the stairs as well.

A pair of clear, misty doe-eyes stared back at him from the covers of slender, arched eyebrows. Her scarred face was gone-her skin was smooth, fair, and supple, like the skin of a newborn. Her ruby lips brought out the pearly whiteness of her luscious teeth. She looked so absolutely stunning that nobody could turn their eyes away.

Kyran had seen Deirdre before her disfigurement, and yet right now, he could not stop his heart from skipping. His cheeks were burning.

"What's wrong?" Deirdre blinked in confusion. "What happened? Why did you stop? Is it something on my

face?"

Declan chuckled. "Well, it's your face, all right. You're so beautiful it terrified me."

"Beautiful?" Deirdre was stunned.

"Didn't you know? Your scars have healed."

Deirdre's heart skipped a beat, and she unconsciously rubbed her cheeks. She could not feel the jagged friction from her scars anymore. Her face had completely recovered. Her skin was so supple it was as if it was just born anew.

She had recovered her original look.

"Wait till your sight has recovered. You'll be like a phoenix rising- No, scratch that. You are already a phoenix rising from the flames."

Deirdre's eyes warmed in glee. "Really?!"

"Yes, really. You can ask Kyran if you think I'm pulling your leg."

Kyran did not expect himself to be name-dropped at all, and he sputtered. "R-Right! You're beautiful."

"Hmm... That reaction is suspicious. Now I'm a little sure Kyran had already known how beautiful Miss McKinnon really was way before her recovery, which is why he tried to steal your heart that early! D*mnit, Kyran is a psychic, isn't he?" Declan teased. "Meanwhile, a mere mortal named Declan King can only wallow in his lack of foresight. He could have waged an epic war at Kyran!"

His comment flustered Deirdre, but the man continued. "You know... since you haven't gotten into a

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marriage with Kyran, it's still fair game, right? Ditch him, pick me!"

He was kidding, so Deirdre was not offended at all. She giggled. "That's enough, Mr. King! I know I'm not your type at all!"

"Oh?" Declan froze a little before his habitual smile resurfaced. "What kind of girl do you think I like, then?"

Deirdre thought for a moment. "I think you like a kind, gentle type who always understands you."

He paused, but before he could reply, Deirdre continued. "But I actually think a girl like that might not be the one for you. I think you're a lone wolf underneath all that exterior, Mr. King. Distant and stoic, even. Maybe the kind of girl you need is a passionate, fiery type! The two of you will be the perfect match!"

"You think... I'm distant and stoic?"

Deirdre was only blabbering off her gut feelings, so being asked pointedly about it made her nervous. "I mean, it was just a wild guess."

Declan found it hilarious. "Ha, ain't that a guess! I almost believed you. Well, I hope your verdict ends up becoming an omen for my love life, then. May Cupid grant me a passionate, feisty chick to butt heads with!"