Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 137 What Now?

Deirdre pushed herself to get out of bed.

The phone in the living room was still shrieking incessantly-almost like an audio representation of suffering without end. She got out of bed with great difficulty and walked through the door. She then picked up the phone-

And Brendan’s annoyed snarl greeted her. “Took you long enough!”

Deirdre’s fingers tightened around the receiver. As if he had not played a part in this! It had been cold the day he had stripped her naked in his study and forcibly had sex with her. She had felt both chills and at heat rush after that and had unsurprisingly come down with a fever. Even now, she was working her way through a brain fog.

Not that he would care, anyway. All he cared about was spilling his seed and making himself feel good. To him, she had always been a subhuman at best.

“I have a headache. I just woke up,” she croaked.

Brendan snickered. “Would it kill you to cut back on your malingering? It’s almost late evening, for Christ’s sake.”

subject. Suppressing her headache,

her necklace at home instead of bringing it to the party. She needs that necklace because Mom gave it to her-it’s important. You’re

aback. Had he just asked a blind woman to deliver

knew it. “Brendan, I’m blind. Bringing her necklace to the party, unassisted, is a tall order for someone

I weren’t desperate?” he retorted matter-of- factly. “The main event is about to start. All you need to do is hail a cab and come to the old mansion-it will take only a few minutes at most! I’ll have

fought her dizziness by holding on to the edge of the table. “Aren’t you scared

a while. When he spoke again, his reply was undergirded with contempt. “Sure. Run as far as you like. Don’t worry about your mom. I’m sure she

had leverage against

vanity table. It’s in a box, so just bring

room. She felt her way through, found the vanity table, got the box, and left to hail a ride. The journey lasted about 20 minutes. Someone approached

wanted. Give it to

with an awkward smile. “Hold on a moment, Miss McKinnon. Miss McKinney. told me that she would very much prefer that you give that necklace to

inconvenience.”