Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 641

Chapter 641 You Suspect Me?

It was by no means serious, but external wounds were usually the most painful type of injuries anyone could suffer.

Even a little brush on a gash could make one think a sharp, thin blade was peeling their skin.

Brendan took a deep breath to calm himself before finishing the entire glass of water.

Deirdre placed the glass back on the table.

He took another gulp of breath before stating, "The phone’s in the drawer near the headboard."

Deirdre felt her way to the cabinet near the bed and pulled the drawer out.

The phone was where he said it would be—a revelation that surprised her since she had not expected him to make it so easy.

Then her surprise faded immediately into the same stony face she had reserved for him since the beginning.

"Seems like there’s no more reason for me to be here.

Goodbye."

She turned on her heels and started toward the door.

"Deirdre."

His voice came out almost like a frail whisper.

She stopped dead in her tracks but did not spare him a glance.

Brendan sneered.

"Will you be glad...if I die...today?’

‘Die today?’ Shock overwhelmed Deirdre’s mind for a second before she snapped out of it.

Seriously? Brendan Brighthall, known absolute egotist, allowing himself to die here? Ha! This was just another one of his self-directed poor-quality dramas to gain sympathy.