Chapter 199 Nightmare
Brendan would admit that he was feeling up, but he absolutely did not appreciate seeing her initial reaction to his arrival. It was as if she was accusing him of being nothing but a sex–starved animal!
“I came here to rest, Deirdre.”
“Rest?”
“Yes. Rest,” he replied slowly. “Look, it will be very easy for Ophelia to see through our current facade. You’re repulsed by me, and that’s so obvious even I could tell. The good news is, we’ve got 10 days to slowly phase into some semblance of intimacy. It’ll look natural in the end.”
Deirdre’s face turned pale. Brendan, sensing a revolt, changed tactics. “If you object to it, fine by me.”
Object? Deirdre felt the wind get knocked out of her. Her real intention was obvious, but this was not optional for her. She had to please him, not just for Ophelia’s sake, but because she knew Brendan very well. This was the man who would do anything–noble or ignoble–to get what he wanted. Nothing she could say or do would change that.
She would rather not cause any conflict that could potentially rob her of the little happiness her mother’s news had brought her. All she needed to be happy was to hear that her mother lived.
“It’s okay. You can stay here if you like.”
She changed into her nightgown elsewhere before returning to her bed, where Brendan had taken up space. At first, Deirdre was still repulsed by the thought of sharing her bed with him, but after a while, she calmed down and closed her eyes.
She still left some space between them, though.
As soon as she fell asleep, Brendan opened his eyes. Gingerly, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping them around her, his heart swelling with satisfaction.
But maybe the fear he nursed at the back of his mind had transformed into a nightmare.
It took Deirdre’s form–except this Deirdre had blood–red eyes. She was choking his neck, and he suddenly could not move. Her tears turned to blood as she wailed and shrieked, “You murderer! You murdered my mother and you f*cking lied to me! I’ll never forgive you! Never! I’ll make you live in anguish for the rest of your life!”
She then jumped off a building.
“Nooooo! Deirdre!”
Brendan woke up. Even as he opened his eyes, he swore his throat felt constricted. He breathed hard, his heart racing wildly, and felt his arm growing numb.
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