Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 130

Chapter 130 I’ll Give Myself to You Today

Deirdre’s entire body was trembling, and she wrapped her arms around herself tightly.

“Ms. McKinnon…” Sam said hesitantly. He could not help feeling sorry for Deirdre’s situation after witnessing the whole incident. “Are you alright?”

Deirdre’s eyes were red with tears. Sam was the only person she could trust now. He was the only one.

She hastily said, “Sam, tell me if it’s true. Was Bliss killed by a homeless man?”

“Yes.” Sam heaved a sigh. Even though he suspected Charlene, there was nothing he could do without adequate proof, and the mastermind had executed the scheme very well. “The surveillance footage shows that the homeless man tormented and killed Bliss because he was mentally unstable. That is not unexpected, and there’s no way we can pursue this incident legally. After all, it’s not a human life, but a dog’s life…”

‘Yes, it was just a dog. An outsider wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow because it died in the backyard.’

“Understood.” Deirdre’s voice was shaking.

“Ms. McKinnon, don’t think about it anymore. It was just a coincidence, and there’s no one to blame. Bliss’ death was an accident. Don’t take it to heart and don’t blame yourself anymore.”

‘How can I not blame myself? It’s my fault that Bliss got out of the room, so I killed it indirectly.’

“Sure… Thank you.”

Deirdre slept terribly that night. She would think about Bliss’ tragic death every time she closed her eyes. She had heard the description of its dismemberment and she had felt the intestines being

squeezed out of its tiny body when she had felt it with her hands.

While she had been trying on beautiful clothes, Bliss had been howling in agony in the backyard, yet no one had come to its rescue.

She fell asleep with great effort, only to dream of her child and Bliss coming to see her. They claimed that they loathed her and regretted being associated with her. They asked her why she was alive when they were dead.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… It’s all because of me. Just wait for me. I’ll die and atone for my

crimes soon…”

She cried in agony. The man seated by the bed furrowed his eyebrows and wiped away her tears.

After he left Deirdre’s room, he found Charlene, who had already changed into a sexy nightgown. She approached him with a pungent perfume scent on her body. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Brendan, why did you just come out of Ms. McKinnon’s room?” Charlene was slightly displeased. She had assumed that Brendan had been in the study all this time. “Did Ms. McKinnon ask to see you so she could complain about her grievances to you?”

“No.” Brendan did not fancy the smell of that perfume. He turned his face to the side and said, “I went to her room to get something.”

“Is that so?” Charlene bit her lower lip. Then, she smiled, as she did not want to keep talking about Deirdre when they were together. She just found it too ominous. She wrapped her arm around Brendan’s arm and leaned her voluptuous body against him. “Brendan, don’t you want to sleep in my room tonight? We’ve been together for such a long time, and I really want to give myself to you…”

The woman’s face was charming, and her eyes were filled with amorous feelings. However, Brendan did not feel any sexual desire when he looked at her face.

Charlene had undergone plastic surgery to look like someone else, which made him feel estranged. Besides, he would always think about Deirdre for no apparent reason and the way she bit her lower lip with an expression that was telling something else…

He shoved away Charlene. “Charlene, you know that Deirdre and I are still married. We cannot begin our relationship properly under the circumstances. This is unfair to you.”

“I don’t care.” Charlene wrapped her arms around Brendan’s strong waist and leaned her face on his chest. “You know that you’re all I’ve cared about right from the start. I would like to give myself to you today. I can’t wait a moment longer.”

The woman’s soft bosom did not make Brendan’s expression change in the slightest. On the contrary, the pungent perfume smell made him want to escape.