Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 Back to How It Used to Be

“The truth behind our…?” Brendan’s ire was palpable. “What’s that supposed to be?”

Deirdre panicked a little. He knew exactly what she meant and had asked her this question anyway. How was she supposed to answer that?

Brendan closed his fingers around her wrist as his handsome face loomed close to her own. “We. Are. Husband And Wife, Deirdre McKinnon,” he stated, prolonging each word. “You should remember that. I’m not some polyamorous man loving a harem of women. All you have to do is stay in your lane and stop trying to harm Lena–and I swear, you’ll always have a shelter in me.

“It’s not impossible for us… to go back to how it used to be.”

Brendan stiffened. Had he really said that? Why would he say that?

Was this his deepest wish after all? To go back to that time?

Deirdre was so taken aback that she could not even reel out of her own shock. His voice–his request- reverberated within her brain like a cursed echo. What was the point of telling her this? Was he trying to explain the nature of his relationship with Charlene?

She felt like her head was about to explode. The gale was so strong that her headache seemed to pulsate along an unknown rhythm. It was so hard to think in this state.

She closed her eyes and felt Brendan pulling her into his arms. She then felt his coat wrapping her tight. Cold air had ceased to reach her, and it was his scent that surrounded her now.

A sense of discomfort coalesced, and she began to wriggle.

Brendan locked his arm around her waist. “Weren’t you the one who asked for my help maintaining this facade?” he stated matter–of–factly. “I’m not some A–list professional actor, so don’t expect me to know what an award–winning performance means. If you really want our act to work, then I’m gonna have to method–act until you’re satisfied starting today. That way, she won’t be able to sense that anything’s

amiss.”

He made a lot of sense, but Deirdre was still unaccustomed to the intimacy between them. Her voice was trembling when she said, “J–Just acting like we used to be back then will be enough.”

“And when is that?”

Deirdre did not even need to consciously exhaust her memory–it came to her at the smallest of summons. They had never talked. The man’s focus had always been on his papers. The woman’s focus… had always been on him.

It used to be a moment of respite and warmth–which was why it hurt her like a knife. “I don’t remember,” she lied.

Brendan was not in a hurry. “Fine, then. You have ten whole days to recall anyway. No rush.”

Deirdre said nothing.

They finished their meal, and she went up the stairs and headed to her room. Before she could shut the door, though, a hand rested on the handle and his towering figure squeezed through the gap and went inside.

He closed the door, and Deirdre felt the air somehow become thinner. She froze before calming down. She had lost any regard for self–respect, so the first thing that leaped to her mind was removing her clothing. She had stripped down to her last article when Brendan suddenly stopped her hand. “What are you doing?”

She looked at him unseeingly, feeling confused. “Aren’t you here for sex?”