Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642 They Are Close

"I had nothing to do with the abduction at all," said Brendan.

"But you won’t believe me if I say that, will you?"

The mirthless self- mockery in his tone was so stark even Deirdre felt her heart droop.

Doubt crawled into her chest like an invasion of ants—she clenched her hands into fists as a burst of desire to leave seized her.

He was back at it again.

Back to that idiotic, wounded, "woe is me" pretense.

Would he ever quit!? If she stayed any longer, she might just fall for it and be scammed by that stupid innocent look he was making.

"Excuse me."

With that, she marched out of the room.

Deirdre helped herself with the help of the wall until she felt her chest finally relaxing and she could breathe again.

She closed her eyes.She opened them as soon as she finally regained the strength to stand.

Remembering where the elevator was, she headed in its direction.

There were others inside, and they asked her where to go.She replied through her pale lips, "The ground floor, thanks."

The button was pressed.

Deirdre grabbed her phone tightly.

When the elevator stopped at the ground floor, she stepped outside and caught the front-desk woman muttering something frantically into her walkie-talkie.

"Blackout."

"Call the ambulance."

"Don’t let anything happen in this hotel..."

Deirdre paused in her tracks.

The front-desk lady caught her quickly enough and called out, "Miss McKinnon! Did you just come out of Mr.Brighthall’s room?"

Hearing his name immediately caused Deirdre to frown before she could stop herself.

All of them somehow overlaid onto the frigid young man he had always presented himself to be.

She leaned her head against the window and felt her heart plummeting into an icy pit.

In the end, Declan was the one who footed Brendan’s hospitalization bill.

Glenna was the one who told her that.

Deirdre stopped kneading the batter in her hand for a moment before quickly resuming her activity, smiling noncommittally, "I thought your tongue immediately goes on strike every time you see Mr.King.So, how did you manage to talk to him long enough to find out?"

Glenna let out a "Hey!" coyly.

"Excuse you, but I didn't actually pry that information from the man himself, okay? Did you forget Fionn exists? He’s my childhood friend, remember? He will always answer whatever I ask him.

"Honestly, I didn’t even know Brighthall is here in this town and suffering from this mother-of-all-fever," she added.

"It’s been two days, and he’s still sick! Knowing how close Mr.King is with Brendan, I bet the poor man is worried sick."

Deirdre stopped and turned in Glenna's direction.

"They are close?"