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!”

already a wh*re, Deirdre! You f*cked that man for 8 dollars-yet you have the audacity to act like some celibate nun around me?! Spare me that bullsh*t! You’re just a f*cking c*nt no matter how much you

ignored whatever weak protest she mustered and tore

marks. Not even a sign one would expect

His heart was beating erratically, and he threw the showerhead away and examined her even more closely.

But there was nothing.

you… It didn’t happen?!” He

casket of ice. It was so cold that her eyelashes were quivering, and she could not form a

me?!” He cackled. “He

rolled from the

suddenly, 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!”

alarmed. He threw his arms around her and held

skin was as cold as

sudden wave. He carried her to the bed and wrapped her in a bedsheet as tears of agony marred her face. She was breaking out in so much cold sweat that

was terrified. “No! S-Stick with me, Deirdre! Stick with me! I’m taking you

were ringing from the pain, so she could

out of the