Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 907

Chapter 907 Hang On A Little Longer, Okay?

All Brendan cared about was the kid Deirdre bore him, right? So what would happen… if Charlene got pregnant too?

The young woman thought long and hard about it as she savored her risotto. When she was done, she got up and went for a bath as preparation.

Deirdre lay on her back alone and watched the sky turn darker and darker. Sleep came to her like a cascade, but a second after she drifted off, she heard soft noises coming from her balcony.

It sounded as if someone was opening her window. She pulled herself up with her palms, but before she could even see anything, the figure that entered her room through the balcony threw their arms around her and locked her in a suffocating embrace.

Deirdre froze. Shock gradually displaced her sleep. Then, softly, she urged,” Have you gone nuts?”

The first floor did not sound like much on paper, but it was still a considerable height to fall from. The fact that this unhinged man had decided to climb out of his window and into hers as if he would somehow be exempted from accidents was just… insane!

“But I’m starting to miss you already,” Brendan replied, rubbing her hair with his cheek. “I rolled around my bed and still couldn’t sleep, so I thought, huh, I should come to see you.” “What happens if Charlene sees you like this?” Deirdre rebuffed nervously.” All that performance will be for nothing!” “That’s not gonna happen. Don’t worry.” He laughed. “We sleep in separate rooms, remember? How is she going to tell?”

After all, the two lead players, had orchestrated what happened during dinner. Deirdre had agreed to it despite not knowing what Brendan’s ulterior motive was, but it was fun to watch Charlene beaming smugly as if she was the winner instead of the unsuspecting fool.

“Did you miss me?” asked Brendan, his eyes blazing a little too strongly at the young woman’s top half. Her loose collar from her shoulder down gave him ample window to admire, though his eyes ultimately glided down to her abdomen. He placed a hand on her abdomen. “What about our kid? Miss me yet?”

Deirdre did not even know what to answer. Amused, she replied, “Brendan, the child doesn’t even kick yet.”

Brendan leaned his head forward and pressed his ear against her skin. He listened for a moment and said, “Ah. The kid said it missed me and wants me to be around the two of you tonight.”