Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 293

“You’re right!” Madam Russel said, nodding as hard as a bobblehead on a bumpy road. She scooped a portion of mashed potatoes and set it on Deirdre’s plate. “Either way, you should eat more! Your body needs it, dear. Give me some time. I’m gonna get a locksmith to break the lock to your courtyard in a few days.”

“Sure.”

…

Everyone in Brendan Brighthall’s proximity knew a new demon had possessed the man. He had been dedicating himself, headfirst, to his work, almost welcoming the deluge, and had been found spending the nights in his office.

His assistant could not take it anymore. “Mr. Brighthall? You’ve finished reading your paperwork, right? Last I checked, there isn’t anything important or urgent pending your attention, so maybe… Maybe you should go home. Rest up for the day, okay?”

She stopped shy of telling him why she thought it was necessary—the terrible blue-black eyebags and his almost gaunt visage.

Brendan propped his forehead with his palm. As soon as he stopped, fatigue washed over him like a shroud of black fog threatening to blind him. He gave a small nod. “Alright.”

Still, he didn’t nurse a single desire to go home. How could he, when home smelled like… her? When his home was covered in traces of her, shadows of her, trails of her? He would become anxious whenever he started to close his eyes because he was scared he would dream of Deirdre.

Nonetheless, the rational part of his mind knew that if he kept up his workaholic streak, he would fall sick soon enough.

Brendan picked up his suit and appointed a driver for himself.

He reached home. He saw people moving boxes out of the house across the court. Then, when he got out of the car, his eyes caught Deirdre’s clothes sticking out of one of them.

His blood boiled. He stormed forward, snatched the box away, and shot daggers at the poor young man. “Who the hell gave you the authority to touch my things!?”

The man jerked. Charlene walked out of the living room just in time. “Bren! What’s wrong?”