Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel 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?”

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?”