Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 186 Wish I Could Choke You to Death

It was all related to Ophelia.

Brendan had known how important Ophelia was to Deirdre for a long time.

Ophelia had been sick because of Deirdre, so she had carried the heavy burden of raising Deirdre by herself. She had refused to marry again and taken three laborious jobs to make a living.

Deirdre had once whispered to him, “Brendan, you’re the second most important person in my life.”

He had been agitated at the time and he had humored her by asking with a cold face, “Who’s the most important person then?”

“My mother!” Her tiny face had blushed scarlet because she had misunderstood his reaction for jealousy. She had explained herself in a panic, “Don’t misunderstand.”

“What’s there for me to misunderstand?”

way too many hardships for me, so I would

the world at the time. She had lived a perfectly satisfactory life after

was more important to her

be shattering for her to find

him as a coward or a vile man, but

excuse

to the lingering fear of being on the brink of death. He lay down

Brendan looked at the woman in her arms instinctively and found her leaning on his chest, her hair messy. Her face was no longer ghastly pale, but her cheeks were stained with a sickly blush. Her breathing was shallow, and she was clutching

caught in a daze for a

the number of occasions they had woken up together in the same bed during the past two years on his fingers, yet this feeling had actually aroused

man next to her, she said in an anxious tone without thinking twice, “Who’s

face turned cold

for his clothes. He said in a cold, mocking tone, “Who else would want to lie on the same

teeth, “Deirdre, do you think you’re capable now? It’s fine that you