Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225 I’m Not His Girlfriend

“You’ve got nothing to worry about then.” Deirdre said, her eyes downcast. “I’m not his girlfriend. His lover is someone else.”

“I f*cking knew it!” The woman cried. Her eyes twinkled in joy as she considered Deirdre. The more she examined her, the sorrier Deirdre looked in her eyes. “Jesus, how the hell did you even get someone as hot as him to be your amusement park partner? Oh, wait. I think I know-he pities you, right? Must be tough, growing up with that sort of face and being blind at the same time. So he brought you here to grant your wish out of charity!”

Charity?

Deirdre froze. The woman saw her, thought it must be a gotcha moment, and beamed. “I got it all right, didn’t I? You thought the same, didn’t you? Why else would a man this perfect even want to hang around?”

While she was busy putting Deirdre down, Brendan reappeared. He stared at the woman next to Deirdre and frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Deirdre shook her head. “Nothing.”

He looked at the woman pointedly. “Who’s this?”

The woman smiled, looking unabashed. “Just a passerby. Saw your friend over here having a bad time, so I came to check on her.”

“Oh yeah?” Brendan shot her a noncommittal glance. “You can move on now.”

He had ignored her suggestive body language altogether. Feeling mildly embarrassed, the woman stepped forward and changed tactics. “I don’t mean to be a busybody or anything, but I’ve got a friend who used to suffer from the same sort of nausea she does. Then, she got better because of this medicine that I’d be happy to refer to you. I’ll drop you a link in a DM, okay? So, what’s your Instagram?”

It was as cheesy as it could get. He didn’t spare her a glance as he declared, “My girlfriend is right here.” “Girlfriend?!” The woman was aghast. She turned to Deirdre-who was still battling the demon of nausea- and chortled. “That was a good one, handsome. Her, your girlfriend? C’mon. At least come up with at better excuse, man! Besides, I asked her and she told me the two of you are not in a relationship.”

“Not in a relationship.”

Deirdre felt as though her throat was being choked, and all color left her face. “I-I’m s-sorr-”

“F*ck, no! I don’t want to hear any of that phony crap!” Brendan erupted. He clutched her by her shoulders hard. “I hate it when you say ‘sorry’ or ‘thank you’ out of some stupid reflex-they are all a f*cking earsore! I want the real, unbridled you! I want… I want you! I’ve been doing so much these days that I thought you might finally give me a chance already, but your heart is a f*cking stone after all! Seriously! What the hell is happening inside your head?!”

Deirdre was shocked, but the woman beside her was downright gobsmacked. ‘What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is this guy… trying to win this ugly b*tch’s heart?!”

Holy sh*t. It was as if the world itself had capsized!

Deirdre’s lips trembled despite herself. Even her breathing was uneven. She closed her eyes wearily and opened them again.

“Maybe I should be the one asking, Brendan. What do you really want out of this? Why do you act like a completely different person? Why did you bring me here? Why did you save me… even when you could have died?”