Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 84

Chapter 84 Don’t Force Me to Get Angry

“I’d like to rest some more.”

Deirdre avoided answering. Sam understood clearly. Hence, he nodded, said a few words, and went out.

Right after the door closed behind Sam, he saw Brendan, who was wearing a coat, coming out of the elevator. Brendan was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, his face looked extremely tired, and it was accompanied by an abnormal flush, as if he was ill. Sam hurriedly paced toward Brendan and greeted him. “Mr. Brighthall.”

“Has Deirdre woken up?”

“Yes, she just woke up.”

As Brendan was about to enter the room, Sam asked, “Mr. Brighthall? Did you not rest well? You seem ill. How about you consult the doctor first?” This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“No worries.” Brendan frowned heavily. “I’ll take a look at Deirdre.”

Brendan pushed open the door and saw Deirdre, who had closed her eyes but whose eyelashes were still trembling. Then, Brendan closed the door behind him.

“Are you asleep?”

Brendan asked even though he knew Deirdre was still awake. His fatigue was a result of two sleepless nights, in addition to the biting cold breeze of the autumn evening that had made him sick. Step by step, he paced toward the edge of the bed, took off his coat, lifted the quilt, and went straight to bed.

Because of the narrow single bed, Brendan had to hold Deirdre in his arms. For reasons unknown, he felt total peace at that moment.

Deirdre froze and her heartbeat quickened.

There was no gap between them. Deirdre’s forehead rested on Brendan’s chest, and her nose was filled with his smell.

There was Charlene’s smell on him as well.

Deirdre shivered slightly as she wondered whether Brendan had come to her only after spending a night with Charlene. Who did he think she was?

Deidre felt disgusted upon sensing the smell. She couldn’t pretend she was sleeping anymore. She pushed away Brendan’s hand and tried to get out of bed.

Immediately, Brendan stared furiously at her with his black, ferocious eyes.

“Deirdre McKinnon, anger is coiling in my stomach, but I’m trying to repress it. Don’t force me to burst from rage.”

Brendan’s voice was icy, and the threat in his voice was obvious.

Deirdre had to stop moving. Her fingers curled tight into her palm.

Anger was coiling in his stomach? Deirdre didn’t understand why Brendan was enraged when she was the one who had almost died.

Deirdre stubbornly wanted to get out of bed. Brendan wrapped her in his arms. irritably and said impatiently, “Are you insisting on opposing me? Deirdre McKinnon, do you know how much I have done for your sake?”

Deirdre wanted to laugh, thinking that she knew what Brendan meant. She knew Brendan had been trying his best to ruin, suppress, and mutilate her until she

became a blind woman despised by everyone.

Deirdre felt disgusted again and turned her face away. It was this action of hers that provoked Brendan. He responded violently by pinching her face to force her to look up. “How can you be so rude? Deirdre, I don’t mind if you hate me, but can’t you be at least grateful enough to say thank you?”

Deirdre clenched her fists. It took her a while before she asked, “What have you done that I should be grateful for?”

Brendan was furious. “For your sake, I stood in the cold for a whole night so that my mother would accept you. Is that not enough?”

Deirdre truly wanted to laugh. “Brendan, please stop doing stuff that only moves you. Does it really matter whether your mother accepts me?”

‘After all, Madame Brighthall has always seen me as an unscrupulous third party.” Deirdre didn’t voice this last sentence because she didn’t want Brendan to know that she was aggrieved. In fact, the incomplete information Deirdre had provided led to Brendan misunderstanding.

“Yes, it does not matter indeed. You wish that my mother will not accept you so you can leave me righteously and go back to your Sterry, right?”