Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 355

“Miss McKinney is—”

The assistant hardly got one more word in before the shrill sound of high heels stabbing the floor reverberated throughout the hall. Its fitful beat was indicative of the wearer’s frazzled concern.

“Brendaaaan!” Charlene called out frantically, her fingers gripping her handbag. “Why aren’t you lying on your bed right now?! Did you listen to what the doctor said? You’re in no shape to walk around, darling! You must get on with the operation and take a long break!”

Not a hint of warmth surfaced in Brendan’s frigid visage. His icy tone hardly thawed. “Make me stay inside any longer, and I’ll be no different from a corpse.”

“But you should at least tell me before you leave! And look at your buttons. They are mismatched, darling. I can’t let you suffer even the weakest winter breeze!”

She tossed her bag to the assistant and latched her manicured fingers around his buttons, ensuring they were all done properly. Only after Brendan’s coat hugged tightly around his chest with nary a break in-between did the young woman break out a smile.

“Now that I think about it, we haven’t been going out since you got hurt, right? Well, now that you’re in the mood to walk, I’m in the mood for a date. You’re coming with me to that restaurant I told you about. I wanna try that couple set they kept touting!”

Deirdre crouched in her chosen corner, her face matted with cold beads of sweat. A sense read pressed against her lungs so hard she almost passed out from suffocation. Only after she heard their voices fading into the distance did the weight disappear.

The colors on her face, though, did not seem to return so soon.

From their conversation, Brendan and Charlene’s relationship seemed to have stabilized. She was sure these two would have picked their wedding date if the man was not hurt.

Well, good. Once they settled down, Deirdre’s importance would diminish like a snowflake in summer. Then, after a while, Brendan would not even give a d*mn if she turned out to still be alive. He would not even bat an eye, either.

She let out a sigh, yet her hands clenched into fists. Pain filled her eyes.

She realized she could not help but feel bitter.

But then again—it was exactly as Tobey had said. These people were the untouchable elites. They had power, status, and unbeatable social backing. Deirdre could not possibly hope to avenge her life!

She was hapless against these titans.

“Uh, Miss McKinnon? Why are you hiding here?”