“Your phone, someone called you earlier.”

Upon hearing the answer, Deirdre’s face, which was blushing from the heat, instantly turned pale.

“Who?”

Kyran didn't answer but paced toward her step by step.

Before Deirdre could speak again, Kyran took the towel from her hand and gently patted her hair. His movements were infinitely gentle, but the air pressure around him was inexplicably suffocating.

Deirdre clenched her fists tightly, and her palms were sweating. She asked again, "Who called?"