A villager thought he was familiar with Deirdre and impolitely stuffed a glass of beer into her hand. “Come on! Let’s make a toast. If mountain tourism booms, and we build some kind of resort, our Village Alnwick will become famous! With this, we shall celebrate!”Deirdre was put in an awkward situation because she couldn’t drink.Because Eilis wasn’t around, Deirdre hesitated. It took her a while before she finally decided to ask, “I’m sorry. I can’t drink. Can I replace the beer with tea instead?”“Replace the beer with tea?” The man grimaced as he insisted, “How can you not know how to drink when you’ve been out of the village for so long? Are you trying to despise me for refusing the drink I offer?”“No, I don’t mean it!”“Drink if you don’t mean it!” demanded Archie. “What are you afraid of? It’s just half a glass of beer. Moreover, no one would molest you if you were drunk.” Archie scoffed.Archie ended up bursting out into such boisterous and contagious laughter that the o

Deirdre picked up the pastry with her hand. When she was about to put it into her mouth, a sudden force hit the pastry on her hand, making her heart skip a beat.Eilis was stupefied. “What’s the matter?” Kyran didn’t say anything when he took away the plate of pastries.This incident, however minor, had attracted much attention.“What’s happening?” asked someone.Even Deirdre was dumbfounded. It was obvious that Kyran didn’t want her to have that pastry, but she didn’t understand why.An inexplicable sense of suspicion gushed out from the bottom of her heart.Everyone grimaced at the interlude and jokingly said that Kyran loved that pastry so much that he took them all away.“Nah, do you think Mr. Reed is like you?” A man jeered. “Did you see the watch on his wrist? It’s a watch that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. How could such a person be interested in that low-cost pastry? I think he simply wanted to get the waiter to change to another dish just because he saw no o

At the end of the dinner, Deirdre went upstairs and rummaged through her bag for her allergy medicine while enduring her discomfort. However, she hadn’t brought the allergy medicine because she never ate yam.Therefore, she could only endure the nausea and dizziness. While lying on the bed, she felt pain. Even at that moment, she was afraid to be seen by Madame Brighthall and covered herself with a blanket.At that moment, she suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened from outside, and Brendan’s unhappy voice followed it.“Deirdre, do you think that I’m taking you here to rest? Get out!”Seeing that Deirdre didn't respond, he lifted the blanket coldly and saw Deirdre’s skin was covered with rashes. She was lying curled up, panting as if she was on the verge of death.“Deirdre!”Brendan was shocked. He dropped the blanket and grabbed Deirdre’s shoulder as he said with panic in his eyes, “What’s going on?”Deirdre held back her sadness as she tried spitting out words. “A

The answer was obvious to Deirdre.Otherwise, Kyran’s act of taking away the yam pastry she was allergic to would be inexplicable.However, she couldn’t explain why Brendan would stand by her side like a stranger and do nothing else…Therefore, she went to the restroom and washed her hands repeatedly until she was calm. She followed the wall and walked out of the restroom. Someone who followed after saw her. “Deirdre?”Deirdre turned in the direction of the voice and recognized the voice as the village chief.“Deirdre, what’re you doing here?”“I’m here to take some rest.”“Really?” The village chief pondered. “Anyway, it’s great that you happen to be out here. I’ve been wondering how to talk to you in private.”Hearing the village chief’s tone, Deirdre had a hunch that something was wrong. She paused before asking, “What is it?”“Did you argue with Mrs. Boebert earlier today?”Deirdre nodded and tried to explain, “It was because—”“Deirdre, I don’t want to know the reason

Deirdre was blind, while Kyran was mute. Hence, superficial judgment wouldn’t work.Upon return, Deirdre suddenly asked Eilis, “Madame Russel, what does Kryan look like?”“Why?” Eilis was startled, as if her future daughter-in-law would be taken away. Following that, she sighed resignedly. “Well, I can’t stop you from being together with Kryan anyway. Although I’ll miss you, I can see that he’s truly good to you.”“No, I just feel that he’s like someone I know,” explained Deirdre. She hadn’t expected that Eilis would misunderstand her.“Someone you know?” Eilis was spreading the blanket on the bed and couldn’t get Deirdre’s meaning. “What do you mean? Why hasn’t he told you anything if he is someone you know?”“Perhaps it’s been so long that he’s forgotten. But I need to confirm whether he’s a local because I owe him something.”“Oh, I see.”Eilis had been seeing Deirdre as a good child all this while, so she didn’t think Deirdre would lie to her. She only thought Deirdre was me

“How could it turn out this way…”Eilis found it strange when she heard Deirdre. “Deirdre, did you misunderstand something? Don’t tell me that you thought Kryan was Brendan Brighthall? How is it possible? No matter how powerful Kryan is, he can’t be compared to Brendan Brighthall.“After all, as the CEO of the Brighthall Group in Neve, Brendan Brighthall has hundreds of companies under his control. How could such a man come to our remote village and stay for a long time just for a resort project?"Deirdre seemed to have lost all her energy. After hearing what Eilis said, she felt her speculation was ridiculous.‘Yes, if he were Brendan, he would have dragged me out of the village. How could he stay with me in the village?’She lifted a corner of her lips and agreed. “Yes, you’re right. It’s me who's been thinking too much.”“You are not only thinking too much, but you’re also looking for trouble yourself.” Eilis didn’t take it seriously. As if recalling something, she kept standi

“Apologize?” Deirdre thought she had misheard and was stupefied. “How come?”Eilis had the same doubt as well. “I was wondering the same. Given Mrs. Boebert's personality, would she be polite if she didn't come to make a scene? To think that she would come over to apologize? She also brought a bag of jujube. She wanted to say sorry to you personally, but I told her you were busy and sent her away.”Deirdre frowned heavily. “Did she say anything else?”“No. Let me ask later.” While putting the bag of jujube away, Eilis said, “Anyway, this it’s just in time for this item to be delivered. I’ll cook some jujube porridge for you today.”“Okay.”Deirdre nodded. Following that, she returned to her room, freshened up, and made the bed. When she finally left the room, Eilis had left—only the porridge was still cooking in the pot.Smelling the fragrance was already sweet, Deirdre carefully groped for the switch. As soon as she managed to turn off the fire, Eilis rushed over. “Deirdre, do y

Kyran’s pitch-black eyes were locked on Deirdre’s face. The tip of her nose reddened from the cold as she had walked all the way here.Perhaps it was because of her indifferent attitude yesterday, or perhaps it was because she had doubts about who Kyran really was that she could no longer smile defenselessly.Anyway, when she recollected herself, she heard a voice from Kyran's phone. “It's too cold out here. Let's go in.”Deirdre nodded and reached out to the wall.Kyran followed so that she could hold onto his sleeve. “Just follow me.”“Okay.”Deirdre lowered her head. They met many people on their way, such as the constructors, workers, and villagers.A few who were familiar with Kyran began to pull his leg. “Mr. Reed, you’ve got yourself a wifey, haven’t you?”“That’s why you always refuse when I try to introduce you to some girls. It turns out that you already have one.”“For the two of you walking one after the other, both of you look like a good match.”Embarrassed, Dei

Deirdre clearly knew that she wasn’t attractive enough.Taking a deep breath, Deirdre said, “Mr. Reed, can you remember yesterday when we had dinner together? I was sitting beside you when I picked up a pastry. You knocked that pastry out of the blue and took the whole plate away. M-May I know why you did that? C-Can you explain it?”Kyran fell silent and didn’t move.Deirdre frowned, feeling more uneasy. “M-Mr. Reed?”Finally, Kyran responded, “Must I say it out?”“Yes.” Deirdre bit her lip. She insisted on an answer because she had been tortured for a night just because of it.Kyran seemed to have sighed, but in her ears, the exhalation seemed a little heavier.Following that, he began to type.“Those pastries were leftovers.”Deirdre was shocked. “What?”Kyran continued. “I saw a waiter take that plate out of a room while cleaning up in another room. That plate later turned out to be placed before you. It was obvious that the hotel took the opportunity to send over the lef

Kyran stopped typing but grabbed Deirdre’s hand directly.His hand was very broad. Unlike that man’s chilly hands, Kyran's hand was very hot. It was so hot that the heat would burn the skin.Deirdre trembled unconsciously. She then felt that Kyran brought her hand toward himself little by little and gradually approached.She heard him roll up his shirt before slowly putting her palm on his chest.It happened to be the location where his heart was. When Deirdre felt the warmth and beating heart, she blushed and unconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand.Kyran held her hand tighter, all the way down to the waist.Following that, Kyran released her hand and just dragged his shirt upwards. It seemed to be telling Deirdre that she could touch wherever she wished.Deirdre was blushing as red as a tomato.She warned herself repeatedly that this was only to verify Kyran's identity. But because she couldn't see it, everything—the man’s rhythmic breathing, the pleasant smell, and the tex