Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 90

Chapter 90 His Enthusiasm Was for Nothing All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Deirdre’s entire body was shaking. Sam pinched her lower jaw to pry open her mouth forcefully and prevent her from biting herself until she was severely injured.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Ms. McKinnon. Sir is going to feel sorry for you if he sees this.”

‘Feel sorry?’

Deirdre burst out laughing.

She had assumed that Brendan had perhaps realized his error when he had stood in front of the family mansion. In truth, he had done it so he could torment her more easily.

How could a person like him feel sorry for her?

If he had felt sorry for her, would he have done nothing when her face had been. cruelly destroyed, her child had been aborted, and she had been bullied in prison?

He had been a cold, heartless devil all this time.

Deirdre shut her eyes and felt intense fatigue overpowering her entire body. She had felt like her world was dark for a moment. Now, it felt as if she had found something in the darkness that she’d thought was hope, only to find that her hands were covered in blood. It turned out that she had not found hope but a knife that had been

used to kill her.

“I’m tired. Please arrange a room for me to rest.”

Deirdre was in a weak condition, so Sam did not have the courage to delay anymore and checked Deirdre into a room at the corner.

In the other room, Charlene checked the handprint marks on her throat through the mirror. She could still feel lingering fear. ‘The b*tch is actually serious about killing me.”

She was about to cover the marks with makeup, but after pondering it for a while, she gave herself a ferocious pinch so the marks looked even more obvious. Then, she returned to Brendan’s bed.

The man on the bed had well-defined facial features and a chiseled face without a single flaw. Charlene looked at him affectionately.

All of a sudden, Brendan’s lips moved as he uttered a bunch of words.

“What did you say, Brendan?” Charlene held his hands tightly and leaned closer to

him.

She leaned as close to the man’s lips as she could and heard the words he uttered.

“Deir… Deirdre…”

Charlene’s gentle eyes were filled with coldness instantly, and she pulled a long face. She held Brendan’s hands so strongly that her knuckles turned white.

“You still won’t forget about her even now that she has been reduced to her current state?”

Charlene was extremely disgusted. ‘In that case, don’t blame me for being heartless!’

Brendan woke up the next day. The brightly-lit white ceiling came into his view as soon as he opened his eyes, and he felt the warmth of another person on his exposed hands.

“Deirdre.” He got up lethargically and found himself looking into Charlene’s eyes.

He was caught by surprise, while Charlene had a stiff smile on her face. “Are you awake, Brendan? Do you feel better? Should I inform the doctor so he can check on you again?”

“It’s fine.” Brendan refused, and his dark eyes looked around the room. Soon, he furrowed his eyebrows tightly. “Where’s Deirdre? Where is she?”

He could tell that this was Deirdre’s room.

“Brendan, do you have to care about Ms. McKinnon so much? You’re sick, and I kept you company all night long…” Charlene’s lips twitched once. “Ms. McKinnon was supposed to keep you company too, of course. However, she complained that…”

Charlene bit her lower lip abruptly.

Brendan’s dark eyes turned cold instantly. “What did she complain about?”

Charlene said with great difficulty, “She complained that you were too sick and might be contagious, so she asked the hospital to place her in another room. She’s been resting in another room since yesterday, and she has yet to come this morning…”

“Hiss! Brendan, that hurts!”

Charlene’s hand suddenly hurt.

Brendan immediately realized that he had exerted strength without noticing. He was so angry that he had grabbed Charlene’s hand hard until she was in pain.

“I’m sorry.”

He loosened his grip yet felt disheartened, his mind filled with thoughts of the woman’s heartlessness.

He felt really disappointed in her, as if his enthusiasm had been for nothing.