Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 90 His Enthusiasm Was for Nothing

Deirdre’s entire body was shaking. Sam pinched her lower jaw to pry open her mouth forcefully and prevent her from biting herself until she was severely injured.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Ms. McKinnon. Sir is going to feel sorry for you if he sees this.”

‘Feel sorry?’

Deirdre burst out laughing.

She had assumed that Brendan had perhaps realized his error when he had stood in front of the family mansion. In truth, he had done it so he could torment her more easily.

How could a person like him feel sorry for her?

If he had felt sorry for her, would he have done nothing when her face had been. cruelly destroyed, her child had been aborted, and she had been bullied in prison?

He had been a cold, heartless devil all this time.

Deirdre shut her eyes and felt intense fatigue overpowering her entire body. She had felt like her world was dark for a moment. Now, it felt as if she had found something in the darkness that she’d thought was hope, only to find that her hands were covered in blood. It turned out that she had not found hope but a knife that had been

used to kill her.

arrange a room

have the courage to delay anymore

through the mirror.

with makeup, but after pondering it for a while, she gave herself a ferocious pinch so the

a chiseled face without a single flaw. Charlene

lips moved as he

held his hands tightly and leaned closer

him.

man’s lips as

“Deir… Deirdre…”

instantly, and she pulled a long face. She held

about her even now that she has

extremely disgusted. ‘In that case, don’t blame me for

white ceiling came into his view as soon as he opened his

up lethargically and

stiff smile on her face. “Are you awake, Brendan? Do you feel better?

Brendan refused, and his dark eyes looked around the room. Soon, he furrowed his eyebrows tightly.