Deirdre listened to Kyran panting under his breath and laced her fingers with his to comfort him. Casting her eyes to the floor, she asked, “Mr. King, do you know why he drank that much?”

Declan stiffened for a second and flashed her a smile. “I could answer you on other days, but this time, believe me… I have not the slightest clue. Maybe it was work. Maybe he had a bad day. I actually thought you would know better since you’re his significant other.”

Deirdre was hard-pressed for a reply because he was right. She was Kyran’s closest partner—she should have been his confidante. Yet, Kyran seemed to be hiding things from her. Even if she knew it was for her good or for her sake, it pained her to remember just how much Kyran stomached on his own.

And now, after shouldering the burden alone for so long, this happened.

Deirdre exhaled a long sigh and turned to Declan. “It’s getting late, Mr. King. You should take some rest. I’ll take care of him.”

He was already nearing fatigue—she