Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 You’re Going to Live, I Promise

‘I wouldn’t have attended the bullsh*t party had I known that this would happen.’

Noticing that Brendan could not be stopped, the hotel manager ordered a bodyguard to follow him.

Brendan ran into the rain, and his body was drenched in just a moment. The rain did not feel like water droplets anymore but more like blades. The coldness of the rain cut into his skin like sharp blades.

He was terrified.

“Deirdre! Deirdre! Come out!”

He searched for her everywhere and he assumed that he would be able to locate her within half an hour. That was far from what actually happened. He ran a few tens of meters and found the woman that was constantly on his mind standing at the bus station.

She was holding an umbrella to shield herself from the rain. Despite the umbrella, her entire body was drenched due to the strong wind.

Her hair was stuck to her drenched clothes, and she was curled up in the corner like an abandoned kitten. Brendan felt piercing pain in his heart. He reacted to the situation by running forward and exerting every ounce of strength he had to envelop the woman in his arms.

The umbrella was dropped to the ground and swept into the wind.

Deirdre reacted slowly. “The bus…”

“What?”

“The last bus isn’t here yet.”

She said this even though she had already made up her mind to stay. She would brace herself to endure this agonizing life for Ophelia.

“Are you trying to leave?” Brendan clenched his teeth in anger and said in a furious voice, “Is that why you left the room so quickly and happily? To come to the bus stop? Did you think that you could get away from me easily by walking away from me because you’re in Southyarn?”

Deirdre shut her eyes shakily and felt Brendan’s grip clutching her tighter bit by bit. She opened her mouth, but her knees buckled abruptly.

She collapsed in Brendan’s arms.

There was a huge commotion outside suddenly. The bodyguard ran inside with a panic-stricken.

expression. “There’s a hailstorm, and it’s a bad one. I’m afraid that it’s strong enough to smash a hole in al windshield.”

Brendan’s flawless, gorgeous face was tense, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The hotel manager said boldly, “Why don’t we take her to your room first and warm her up with the heating, Mr. Brighthall? Keep her in the room overnight, and we’ll take her to the hospital first thing tomorrow!”

Brendan knew better than anybody else that Deirdre would not survive the night. She had a high fever that she would not recover from in a night.

The hailstorm grew stronger, but Brendan picked up Deirdre and ran to the underground garage right away.

“Hold on, Deirdre! I’m taking you to the hospital! You’re going to live, I promise!”

He drove as hail kept smashing into his windshield constantly, producing loud noises. The night journey was made more difficult by the wind, rain, and hail.