Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 258 I Hate Being Lied To

“Do you really think I have no way of checking how long your shift really was?” Brendan raised a voice recorder, playing an audio clip of one of the restaurant workers speaking. “Deirdre McKinnon? She left at around nine,” they said. “I don’t have the deets, but if you’re looking for a pianist for your dining experience, I’m afraid you’ll have to come again tomorrow!”

Deirdre’s face turned white as a sheet. She had not expected Brendan to come up with a counter-strategy.

The fury in his eyes had only grown exponentially. “I hate being lied to, you know that? So why do you keep pushing my buttons? We’re finally out of the woods with Sterling Fuller, and you’re hooking up with Trevor Carlson now?”

Deirdre’s eyes widened. She hardly had the chance to wonder how Brendan had managed to get his name before feeling a force clutching at her jaw. Pain.

He bore down on her, his fury oozing out of him like miasma.

Suddenly, it was as if they had gone back to that time again-those cursed days when they had repulsed, disgusted, and distrusted each other.

meet in those two hours after you left the restaurant?” He snarled through clenched teeth and shot her

head, feeling shocked. He snorted. “What? Are you afraid? Is it because someone else

trembled. “Don’t

eyes red, his hands around her neck. He slammed her against the bed and climbed on top of her. “You have no

snarl was as cold as a blade. “I’m not gonna ask you nicely again. Take off your clothes

her bandaged wound would be revealed. She looked down, her face still ashen, and said quietly, “If you must, then do it. I haven’t had

way she looked down and hid her face only fanned Brendan’s flames. Enraged, he snatched

pained whimper. Her lips turned white, and

confusion. She was sweating, he realized, and her

His mind turned blank.

soon as he snapped back to his senses, he removed Deirdre’s coat and rolled up her sleeve. Bandages-covering the lower half of her entire arm-immediately met.