Deirdre still could not see the man's face clearly. Kyran felt her stiffness and asked, "What's the matter?

Deirdre shook her head, but her heart was pumping rapidly in her chest. “I… I’m not feeling well today.”

Kyran nodded understandingly. He draped his jacket over her shoulders and said, “Let’s go upstairs and rest then. It’s cold here, and you might get sick.”

“Okay…”

After they went upstairs, Deirdre told Kyran that she was going to take a shower and locked herself up in the bathroom.

She splashed her face with cold water, yet her head remained a muddled mess.

‘Why would Kyran have Charlene's body scent on him?’

Suddenly, she remembered the thing that Charlene had said to her.

‘Since both of us have known each other for so long, let me give you a hint. Are you sure the Kyran who shares the same bed as you is the real Kyran?’

If it were in the past, she would never believe in Charlene. She would only take it as one of Charlene’s tricks to sow discord between her and Kyr