Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 878

Chapter 878 It Hurts So Much

Deirdre was bewildered. His kiss came in so strongly, passionately, and hungrily that it felt like he had swallowed the air around and between them. All she could smell was pheromones-his. They were all over her, and yet… she did not necessarily hate it.

His fingers were usually cold, but they were set alight the moment they grazed her skin. Flames spread across her body.

“M-Mm…” She let out a moan.

Brendan stiffened for a moment. Then suddenly, he amplified his strength, putting so much force into his arms as if hoping to merge the woman into himself.

Suddenly, the young woman curled into a ball and hissed.

Alarmed, Brendan let go. His features were overcome with worry. “What happened?”

Deirdre’s face turned pale. She was still curling into herself.

Brendan looked and found stark bruises on her back. Anger pooled in his eyes, and as he reached out to touch it, his fingers were nothing but featherlight. “Does it hurt?”

Deirdre let the worst pass for a moment and shook her head. “It’s better now.”

He bent and landed a kiss on her bruise, stunning her. She felt her skin burning again. “B-Brendan…” “I’m sorry.” His black eyes were quiet, sad, and filled with guilt. “If only I knew it sooner… You wouldn’t have to suffer.”

Deirdre fell silent. Then, she replied, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. You can’t possibly know what the police are up to at all times.”

She sounded so untroubled by her injuries. Brendan looked into her lifeless, glassy eyes and thought of all of the things she had gone through back when she was incarcerated. The knowledge tasted bitter.

Shea was taken aback. She had believed Brendan’s intent, at most, was teaching the offenders a lesson, but sending them to the organization? That meant a whole other level of gravity-and a clear indication that Deirdre was the one line Brendan would not let anyone cross.

“Alright.”

Sam, as usual, got to work quickly. Half an hour later, Brendan received the news he had been waiting for. He was careful not to rouse the young woman in his arms and slowly eased Deirdre away from him. He then told Shea, “Watch her closely. Nothing happens to her, or else.”

He drove to the organization’s headquarters. There, on the floor, the offenders were cowering, their entire bodies brutalized. It seemed that whatever Deirdre had suffered had been returned to them in several folds.

Seeing Brendan immediately spurred them into begging, “Please, Mr.

Brighthall! We’re sorry! We won’t do it again! Please, please, please… Just let us live! It hurts too much!” “Oh, does it now?” Brendan sneered. He walked closer and stared at the leader of the pack from above, his visage cold. “Did any of you wonder if Deirdre might feel the same pain when you gleefully beat her up?”