Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 83

Chapter 83 Did It Hit Him That Hard?

The moment when Deidre had been forced to get out, she must have been thrilled to finally leave Brendan and privately go back to Sterling

However, before Deirdre could even reach Sterling, she had been abducted into an illegal industry.

Brendan wanted to laugh, but his chest felt stuffy and painful Regardless of how strong the wind was, it wasn’t as cold as the chill in his heart.

Brendan’s lips quivered in anger, and rage churned inside of him, trying to crush him. down.

“Brendan? Are you alright?” Charlene didn’t feel good while looking at Brendan She

wondered whether Deirdre’s intention to leave had hit him that hard?

“Yes, I’m good.” Brendan closed his eyes with a quiver After a while, when he reopened his eyes, the sentiment in them had disappeared It had been replaced with his usual indifference and an affectionless gaze. “Go back. It’s cold out here. You don’t want to get sick.”

you.”

“Would you like to go back with me?” Charlene felt his warmth and was assured that Brendan still cared for her. Hence, she couldn’t help but ask tentatively. “Since Ms. McKinnon insists on leaving, why don’t you just let her go? You only owe Ms. McKinnon a pair of eyes at most. But why would you torture yourself when she doesn’t appreciate your kindness? You still have me here, and I’m waiting for

As Charlene said this, she blushed and held on to Brendan. “I’ll never leave you.”

Perhaps Brendan had been in the cold wind for too long and it had dulled his brain. The moment Charlene softly proclaimed this, his mind was filled with Deirdre instead.

Deirdre used to proclaim the same thing. Now, she wanted to leave Brendan for the sake of Sterling Muller. How could her love be so cheap!

“Just go back.” Brendan didn’t give her a direct response. “I won’t break the promise I’ve made to my mother.”

“Bren…”

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Because Brendan spoke in a flat tone, this was an irrefutable demand.

Charlene’s expression became stiff. “I-I’ll go back into the house to persuade Madame. Do take care of yourself.”

“Sure.”

When Deirdre opened her eyes, she smelled a familiar smell of disinfectant. She mocked herself for being back in the hospital again.

During this period of time, the number of times she had been hospitalized was the biggest in her entire life.

“Ms. McKinnon, you’re awake?” Sam had been sitting on the sofa, dozing off. However, when he heard Deirdre’s movement, he got up and hurriedly asked, “Are you hungry or thirsty? Would you like to have some water?”

“Please get me a glass of water. Thank you.”

“Sure!” Sam poured a glass of water and handed it over to Deirdre.

Deirdre drank half of the glass calmly, showing no sign of a breakdown or grief.

It was obvious that Deirdre had been sent to the hospital because she had been drugged and almost raped, then stimulated by Brendan with cold water.

Sam didn’t feel good on Deirdre’s behalf. Hence, he couldn’t help initiating a conversation, trying to comfort Deirdre. “Err, the gang that kidnapped you has been caught and is now at the police station. A jail term will follow soon. Ms. McKinnon, don’t worry. Sir has said that anyone who messes with you won’t meet a good end!”

Deirdre froze, appearing startled for a moment before she looked at Sam and laughed.

Sam scratched his head awkwardly. “Ms. McKinnon, what are you laughing at?”

Deirdre laughed at Sam’s notion that anyone who messed with her wouldn’t meet a good end. She wondered if Brendan should be doomed in that case.

Did Brendan not know that she knew who the culprit behind yesterday’s events was? Other than Brendan, who else would go this far to abduct an ugly blind woman and make her a prostitute? She suspected that Brendan was furious because she had almost died.

How could Brendan allow his ‘pet’ to die before he’d had enough fun?