Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 561

Chapter 561 You’re Not Gonna Be Held Responsible For This

“Kyran, I’m going to sleep.” Deirdre’s heart raced. What if Kyran heard the waitress?

Kyran seemed to look over it. “Alright. You rest early. Good night.”

“Good night.”

The call ended.

Deirdre’s frazzled mind calmed down considerably. She pushed open the door and left

the washroom, where the waitress led her back. She barely had a second to settle on

her seat when Brendan snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers. ‘The food’s gone

cold from waiting for you. I even had to order a whole new course.”

Deirdre ignored him, and he somehow did not take any offense to it either. He just let the

waitress serve something new. While waiting, Brendan’s interrogation began. “What took

you so long? What were you doing in the washroom?”

She glared at him coldly. “I’m having my period, happy? I had to be inside for a bit

longer. Are you going to take offense to that?”

‘You always have yours on the 1 oth day of the month.”

Deirdre was taken aback and scrambled to cover her tracks. ‘That’s Charlene’s period.

Not mine.”

Brendan said nothing.

They ate their food in silence. It was supposed to be a candlelit dinner, but there was not

a wisp of romance in the room. It felt like two strangers being forced to eat at the same

table.

As they ate, a new commotion joined them from outside. Rhythmically, drips turned into

a shower. Then in a blink of an eye, the shower turned into a downpour.

Alarm shadowed Deirdre’s face. “It’s raining?”

Brendan frowned despite himself. Their car was parked about 100 meters away. “All

storms have an end.”

His prediction was off. Even after they finished their meal, the downpour showed no sign

of ending. The waitress came to their rescue the way she knew best. “The rain might go

all the way to 12:00 a.m. At least the rain is getting gentler by now, but it might get worse

later. The time is now, and we have some umbrellas to lend to our customers. Do you

need it?”

Deirdre nodded. ‘Thank you.”

“How many?”