Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 257

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.

something happen?

Deirdre’s voice was frail. “Can

was covered in a bit of blood. He waited until the treatment was over before glaring at Deirdre. “What happened, Miss McKinnon? Did someone bully you

slipped while I was walking.” She denied it quickly, forcing a smile. A few moments of silence later, she dropped her voice into a hush and asked, “Can you

“Why?”

my job,” Deirdre replied, looking down. “But I don’t wanna stay in the mansion forever. My job… It’s very meaningful

He was ultimately powerless against

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

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

across her mind despite herself. Her left hand

chest, her fingers grabbing a fistful of cloth. She found even the simple act

telltale, stifling presence bearing down on her. She could feel the heat of his fury, barely contained behind the man’s steely facade, and her breathing hitched. Her face

you know what time

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