Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 155 Price of Forgiveness

At that moment, Brendan felt his heart wrench in pain violently for no apparent reason.

He felt an ineffable anger surge into his head and could not help holding Deirdre’s wrist. “Deirdre? Why are you here?” he asked in rage.

Deirdre opened her eyelids ever so slightly and jerked back from unconsciousness to reality by the pain in her wrist. She listened to Brendan’s query and found his remark taunting. Her lips moved when she said, Where else can I be if not here? Didn’t you make me come here?”

The woman’s wrist felt ice cold, and the coldness seeped into Brendan’s palm like an invisible hand. His face turned green with anger.

“Yes, it was me who made Deirdre come here. Yet, I assumed that Charlene would not make things difficult for Deirdre because she is such a kind woman, Still, she actually punished Deirdre to stand in the cold yard when the temperature is dropping from the impending winter?”

Brendan felt his chest hurting and darted a look at the bloody, mushy laceration wounds on Deirdre’s palms. His breathing pattern changed, and he suppressed his brutality when he inquired, “What’s going on. with your hands then?”

pulled back her hand. She did not wish to pay attention to him because she was already exhausted

“Speak! Deirdre!”

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and felt boundless

He remembered the doctor had told him not to let her catch a cold anymore. He held her hand and interlaced his

expect that Deidre would pull back her hand and stand in the same spot. stubbornly. Her entire body was trembling

was green with anger. “What are you trying to do? Are you trying to win

what you asked of me. I thought you wanted me to seek Charlene’s

uttered. In the end, she had to inhale a deep

not caring about. her survival. However, he still removed his

jacket carried warmth and a familiar scent. Deirdre was stunned for a moment. She felt

Is he feeling sorry for me? Or is he afraid he can’t continue torturing

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