Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 793

Chapter 793 You’re Really Cruel, Deirdre

Deirdre was stunned. Brendan checked on her and discovered that a blanket covered her legs, so his mind was set at ease. Meanwhile, he just realized a patch of his arm skin was scalded.

It was fortunate that the chicken soup was not at boiling temperature, but it was hot enough to injure him. He went to wash his wound with cold water in the kitchen.

Deirdre clenched her fists tightly. As she looked at the blurry figure, her confused gaze was tainted with a tinge of guilt. However, her gaze turned apathetic the next moment. She had indeed caused her injury, yet did he feel any ounce of guilt for causing her countless injuries?

She would be duped by his trick If she were to feel sympathy for him now. After all, all he cared about was the baby, the successor of the Brighthalls.

Brendan turned around and walked out of the kitchen to discover that the living room was empty after he was done washing. The blanket used to cover her legs was tossed on the floor.

Brendan felt his arm being unprecedentedly painful for a brief moment, and the pain spread to every part of his body, including his bones, his flesh, and even his soul.

He headed upstairs and opened the door to find that Deirdre had already laid on the bed.

Brendan knew she was still awake because she had slept too much in the hospital during the day.

Still, he removed his jacket with caution and gentle movements before he lay on the bed.

As he looked at the woman’s emaciated figure, his dark eyes were filled with melancholy, and he could not help extending his hand to touch the woman’s shoulder blade and the back of her neck. He was trying to convince himself that he was not dreaming from the temperature he felt from his fingertips.

“Deirdre, I’ve been thinking about this all the time. If I hadn’t gotten close to you using Kyran’s identity, could I prevent our relationship from reaching its current state?

“Yes, I thought about it and figured you might not even have given me a chance to get close to you if I didn’t use Kyran’s identity.”

Brendan smiled bitterly-his flawlessly handsome face assumed a fragile expression at this very moment.

“I would like to ask you what sort of heinous crime I have committed that you’d hate me so much that you’d want to kill me.

“Deirdre…

“Deirdre…”

Deirdre drifted to sleep without her notice. She was already in the man’s arms when she opened her eyes again.

She smelled the scent that belonged to Kyran and turned her face to the side, feeling disgusted like she had never felt before.

Brendan woke up and saw her cold, disgusted face.

“Don’t use this perfume anymore from now on.”

She turned to sleep on her other side and bumped into Brendan’s arm. She could feel the man’s body shaking in an obvious manner.

Deirdre turned and said, “Didn’t you dress your wound?”

Brendan wrapped his arms around her stubbornly and nestled his head into the nook of her neck. He ignored her disgust and said, “It’s difficult to do that with one hand. Will you help me?”

Deirdre struggled for a moment and realized that she could not struggle free, so she gave up. “I don’t know how to.”

Even if he were to torture himself until his skin was torn open, it would not bother her for the slightest bit.

Brendan appeared to be sneering, yet he seemed frustrated. ‘You’re really cruel, Deirdre.”

‘Yes.” Deirdre answered calmly, ‘This is most probably a case of being influenced by close association. I’ve learned a thing or two about being cruel from you.”

Afterward, they stopped talking until Sam called to inform them that the car was ready. The house was only purchased for a temporary stay, so there was nothing much to pack. Brendan carried the laptop he used for work and led Deirdre to head outside for the car.

Deirdre did not resist. She acted like a beautiful puppet as compared to how she struggled in the past. Both of them were halfway getting into the car when Julia came. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Brendan… Please allow me to speak briefly to Deirdre!”

Brendan watched as Deirdre’s affectionate gaze landed on Julia briefly before turning cold.

Julia trembled without feeling cold upon meeting Deirdre’s gaze.

‘You’re just a passerby in my life, and there’s nothing much to talk about. We have a flight to catch soon.”