Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 104 Welcome to Night City!

“That’s enough!”

Brendan stormed forward and snatched Deirdre’s hand away from its motion. The entire spectacle was just so grating to him that he gnashed his teeth and snarled, “ Are you done playing the victim!? You’re so into it! So into trying to make yourself look like the most tragic woman in the world that nothing is below the belt, isn’t it? God. You keep proving me wrong when I think you can’t stoop lower!”

Playing the victim? How blind was this fellow to think this whole thing was an act to’ play the victim’?

Her injury stung so much her arm was shaking despite herself. She had not finished the task Brendan had ordered her to do, so she simply muttered, despite her ashen expression, “Can you please let me go? I’m not done cleaning up…”

“To hell with cleaning up!” Brendan bellowed suddenly. He kicked the garbage bin so hard that every fragment from the broken bowl spilled back to the floor.

He glared at the nurse and thundered, “You clean this up! And I want you to do it with your hands! You’re not stopping unless your fingers are bleeding!”

thought the world was going dark in a second. Before she could even reply,

you, stop deluding yourself. My only concern is for you not to bleed to death because I’ve got a plan for you. A really entertaining one. I don’t want it to

plan?’ His cryptic statement drained the colors of her face. ‘W-What was that

You at least catch on quickly.” Deirdre’s jaw clenched. “Haven’t I been obedient, Brendan? Haven’t I been listening to you and doing everything you want me to do? Haven’t I? If I have, then, please…

struck him on his chest. So, she pulled off this whole

his body like wildfire. He

into his palm, yet he felt

me remind you one thing, Saint Deirdre. You

shrugged and thinned her lips. “I don’t need him to remember anything. The only reason I’m doing this

Brendan could never understand any of this-he was just that narcissistic. He did not even think he could ever

his jaw so hard the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth. “You surprised me again, Deirdre. Your face looks like sh*t, and yet

his seat across the table and turned his