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.

the restaurant?” He snarled through clenched teeth and shot her an icy glare. Then,

her head, feeling shocked. He snorted. “What? Are you

lips trembled. “Don’t do this,

suddenly bellowed, his eyes red, his hands around her neck. He slammed her against the bed and climbed on top of her. “You have no idea just how patient I’ve been, do you? I thought you’d learn and come around,

not gonna ask you nicely again. Take off your clothes yourself before I tear them from your

still ashen, and said quietly, “If you must, then do it. I haven’t had sex with another man, and you’ll know

looked down and hid her face only

Her lips turned white, and

loosening his grip in disbelief 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. his