Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Our Relationship Will Be Official After Today

Brendan narrowed his eyes as his gaze swept past the woman near the couch.

He had never noticed it when she was in his arms, but now, it became impossible to miss-she was almost emaciated after a week. He could see her collarbones heaving in and out just from her effort to breathe.

It pissed him off for some reason.

“Ignore her. For all intents and purposes, she’s invisible,” he scoffed with characteristic callousness and disdain without reservation. He leaned close to Charlene, his lips inches away from her ears, and added, ” Come to my room. Our relationship will be official after tonight…”

He did not say it aloud, but it was enough to let everyone in the living room hear it. Deirdre felt a sting in her chest, but it was nothing compared to the biting frost in her heart.

She was hardly surprised, though. In fact, she wanted to laugh. Just a few days ago, Brendan had demanded that she bear him a child-and now, after the revelation of her infertility, she had lost her purpose and function in his eyes immediately. Naturally, he had tossed her aside the way a man disposed of unwanted stuff. He had brought Charlene home with him so that they could spend the night together.

So he could make their relationship official.

He must have waited for this moment for so, so long.

Deirdre pressed her tongue against her teeth, her words seemingly stifled, as she cast her eyes down to the floor. Charlene, however, had more false modesty to spare. “B-Bren! I believe you, but can you, you know… at least not talk about this when Miss McKinnon is still here? She’s still your legal wife, you know…”

“Not anymore!” Brendan snapped impatiently, as if any mention of her was a crime against his mood. Deirdre had so much emotional sway over him that it infuriated him. It had been a grueling week, and he’d had to rely on his workaholic attitude to suppress his desire to see her in the hospital and ignore his stubborn heartache.

He could not understand why this was happening to him. Why was this woman-whose heart was uglier than she could ever look-dominating his every thought?

Was it because she was the first woman to have sex with him? The first to become his “wife”? Was this all just confusing, messy sentiments his mind created simply because she had been the first to be