Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 79 He Didn’t Touch You… After All?

Brendan’s temper reached its boiling point. His grip around Deirdre’s wrist tightened like a clamp intended to grind human bones. Fire was burning in his eyes, and if homicide was legal, Deirdre would be dead right there and then.

“Congratulations. You’ve really pissed me off!”

Pain drained the color from Deirdre’s face. Before she even knew what was happening, Brendan had forcibly trawled her away despite her fumbling, staggering footsteps. He lugged her all the way to his hotel room and chucked her against the bathroom floor.

There was not enough time for the pain to subside. Deirdre had barely opened her eyes when chilling water from the showerhead above poured mercilessly over her.

The cold was biting, and Deirdre trembled. “Stop! Brendan, stop!”

“Stop? Stop?!” he scoffed. Instead of honoring her plea, he lifted her head up so he could spray even more water over her head and body. “How else am I gonna cleanse. you of your filth, you wh*re? The last thing I want is smelling that drunken *sshole’s stench on you!”

Filth? Deirdre closed her eyes in agreement. Yes, she was stained with filth. His filth.

Her lack of rebuttal only pushed Brendan’s buttons even harder. Holding the showerhead, he began to tear Deirdre’s lingerie away from her.

Alarmed, she finally reacted by putting up a struggle. “No! Brendan, stop!”

dollars-yet you have the audacity to act like some celibate nun around me?! Spare me

protest she mustered and tore open her skirt. She was immediately

would expect from someone who just had

erratically, and he threw the showerhead away and examined her even more closely. He already knew where and what

But there was nothing.

The two of you… It didn’t happen?!” He

was lying on her back against the chiling bathroom tiles. It felt like she was lying inside a casket of ice. It was so cold that her eyelashes were quivering, and she could not

f*ck. did you troll me?!” He cackled. “He didn’t touch you after all! He didn’t f*cking touch you! Why didn’t you just f*cking say

from the corner

an acute drill of agony borrowed within her abdomen. Pain spasms seized her, twisting her features, and she curled inward

Argghhhhhh!”

“Deirdre?… D-D-Deirdre!”

his arms around her and

skin was as cold as a

him like a sudden wave. He carried her to the bed and wrapped her in a bedsheet as tears of agony marred her face. She was breaking

Stick with

the pain, so she

out of