Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 257 Don’t Tell Brendan

The cleaner had wanted Deirdre to embarrass herself so much that she had made. sure to leave a thick puddle of soap powder on her path.

Deirdre had always considered herself lucky to be able to work in such an accommodating restaurant, where everyone treated her with kindness and respect, but after today, that opinion changed. She had managed to make a few enemies after all.

“It’s fine.” She extended her other arm amid her agony. “Please help me out. If I get changed now, I can still make my shift.”

The Good Samaritan was hard-pressed to go against someone so stubborn, so they led the way.

The entire session was hell from beginning to end. Deirdre’s right hand could not conjure its usual force to press the keys, and it felt like there was an invisible thorn jabbing her elbow. She knew the customers were watching, though, so she forced herself to play despite the pain. By the time it was over, her back was bathed in cold

sweat.

Her shift was finally over. Like clockwork, Sam appeared outside the restaurant to escort her home. He stepped forward as soon as Deirdre came out, but he easily noticed her ashen grimace and froze. She looked like she was suffering.

Did something happen? Are

Sam.” Deirdre’s voice was frail. “Can you

inspected her. Her elbow had swollen into an alarming blue-and-black bump and was covered in a bit

quickly, forcing a smile. A few moments of silence later, she dropped her voice into a hush and asked, “Can

“Why?”

I should quit my job,” Deirdre replied, looking

He was ultimately powerless against her incessant plea,

mansion, but as soon as he pulled over, he received a text. He

after Deirdre. “Miss McKinnon? Mr. Brighthall wants you to

mind despite herself. Her left

of cloth. She found even the simple act of

erect mental walls of defense before pushing Brendan’s door open. In a flash, she felt his telltale, stifling presence bearing down on her. She could

you know what time it