Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 155

Chapter 155 Price of Forgiveness

At that moment, Brendan felt his heart wrench in pain violently for no apparent reason.

He felt an ineffable anger surge into his head and could not help holding Deirdre’s wrist. “Deirdre? Why are you here?” he asked in rage.

Deirdre opened her eyelids ever so slightly and jerked back from unconsciousness to reality by the pain in her wrist. She listened to Brendan’s query and found his remark taunting. Her lips moved when she said, Where else can I be if not here? Didn’t you make me come here?”

The woman’s wrist felt ice cold, and the coldness seeped into Brendan’s palm like an invisible hand. His face turned green with anger.

“Yes, it was me who made Deirdre come here. Yet, I assumed that Charlene would not make things difficult for Deirdre because she is such a kind woman, Still, she actually punished Deirdre to stand in the cold yard when the temperature is dropping from the impending winter?”

Brendan felt his chest hurting and darted a look at the bloody, mushy laceration wounds on Deirdre’s palms. His breathing pattern changed, and he suppressed his brutality when he inquired, “What’s going on. with your hands then?” Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Deirdre shut her eyes and pulled back her hand. She did not wish to pay attention to him because she was already exhausted enough by just trying to regain her consciousness.

“Speak! Deirdre!”

Brendan grew angrier as he looked at her deathly state. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and felt boundless cold on every part of her that he touched.

“This isn’t right.” His flawless, gorgeous face was tainted with a tinge of panic. He remembered the doctor had told him not to let her catch a cold anymore. He held her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. “Follow me inside.”

“Let go of me.” He did not expect that Deidre would pull back her hand and stand in the same spot. stubbornly. Her entire body was trembling from the cold, and her eyes were tightly shut. “Go inside by yourself if you want to.”

Brendan’s face was green with anger. “What are you trying to do? Are you trying to win my pity by tormenting yourself? Or are you trying to die because you’re done with living?”

Deirdre sneered. She remained indifferent while he flew into a rage. “I’m only doing what you asked of me. I thought you wanted me to seek Charlene’s forgiveness? This is the price…of Charlene’s forgiveness

Her teeth were chattering with every word she uttered. In the end, she had to inhale a deep breath just so she could utter a word.

Brendan’s eyes were bloodshot. He loathed Deirdre’s stubbornness and recklessness in not caring about. her survival. However, he still removed his jacket and covered Deirdre’s head with it.

The man’s jacket carried warmth and a familiar scent. Deirdre was stunned for a moment. She felt a pain in her numb heart that came in dense, dull waves.

‘What is Brendan doing? Is he feeling sorry for me? Or is he afraid he can’t continue torturing me after I’m dead?”

She could not stop her teeth from chattering. Brendan appeared to be providing her with a tinge of warmth, but his act was actually cruel and brought her even more agony.

‘How can he be so carefree that he can punish me first, then reward her?’

Deirdre gnashed her teeth, exerted strength to raise her arm, and pulled away Brendan’s jacket. She was in so much pain that she could no longer open her eyes. “I don’t need this… Brendan, I don’t need your pity.”

Her stubbornness infuriated Brendan even more, and he was about to speak.

“Brendan!”

Charlene headed downstairs in her pajamas hastily, her expression filled with panic. She saw Brendan’s concern and worry that he could not conceal when he was standing next to Deirdre. She bit her lower lip and acted astonished. “Miss McKinnon? Why are you standing in the yard? I thought I told you to rest in the living room?”

Deirdre found it amusing that Charlene always adopted the tactic of feigning innocence and pulling a sad face.

She did not utter a word. On the contrary, the servant hastily stepped forward and said, “Miss McKinnon volunteered to stand outside. She claimed she felt very sorry for hurting Miss McKinney and wanted to punish herself by standing outside.”