Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 917

Chapter 917 Do I Have to Lie to You?

Feeling refreshed after using the women’s bath gel, Brendan held and embraced Deirdre in his arms. Seeking compliments, he asked, “Am I still smelly this time?” “Yes,” said Deirdre bluntly and stubbornly. “Please don’t come into my room at this time. I don’t want to handle the trouble when Charlene comes looking for you.”

Upon sensing something, Brendan lifted Deirdre’s chin with his fingertips, stared at her facial expression, and pondered. “Are you angry?” “It’s just an act. Why should I be angry?” replied Deirdre rather embarrassedly.

“In that case, why am I feeling that you are as jealous as a cat?” Brendan chuckled.

“You have been overthinking. I just find it bothersome-” murmured Deirdre.

But before she could finish her words, Brendan’s lips met hers. Their breaths were mixed up and messy. When they were done, Brendan said,” Deirdre, if only you could somewhat harden your heart.” “What do you mean?” asked Deirdre, looking pale.

“Nothing has happened between Charlene and me,” Brendan said instead of replying to Deirdre’s question.

A hint of confusion flashed across Deirdre’s eyes. She had been under the impression she was hiding her true feelings well, yet Brendan still noticed it.

In fact, she didn’t care about who Brendan slept with, but she cared whether Brendan had done it with Charlene.

She thought Brendan couldn’t easily fool Charlene because of the latter’s shrewdness.

Nevertheless, even if she knew what Brendan was doing was to fool Charlene, she still felt nauseous.

Lowering his head, Brendan looked at Deidre. “Are you still jealous after learning that we didn’t do it?”

Deirdre was unable to retort but didn’t say that she was not jealous in the end. Just then, a ratatat sound of the door followed by the gentle voice of Mrs. Engel. “Mrs. Brighthall, are you asleep?”

The two were stunned. When they regained their composure, Brendan hid in the wardrobe, making it look like…

Deirdre blushed. She pretended to be calm and went to open the door with a wooden face.

When Mrs. Engel saw that Deirdre’s eyes weren’t reddened, she heaved a sigh of relief. “Mrs. Brighthall, it’s fortunate that you haven’t slept yet. Otherwise, the food I cooked would go to waste.” “Stuffed vegetables?” “You haven’t got your dinner, have you? I made some stuffing and cooked stuffed vegetables for you. I purposely made them taste lighter. As such, they’re suitable and healthy for pregnant ladies. You should try them.”