Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 225 I’m Not His Girlfriend

“You’ve got nothing to worry about then.” Deirdre said, her eyes downcast. “I’m not his girlfriend. His lover is someone else.”

“I f*cking knew it!” The woman cried. Her eyes twinkled in joy as she considered Deirdre. The more she examined her, the sorrier Deirdre looked in her eyes. “Jesus, how the hell did you even get someone as hot as him to be your amusement park partner? Oh, wait. I think I know-he pities you, right? Must be tough, growing up with that sort of face and being blind at the same time. So he brought you here to grant your wish out of charity!”

Charity?

Deirdre froze. The woman saw her, thought it must be a gotcha moment, and beamed. “I got it all right, didn’t I? You thought the same, didn’t you? Why else would a man this perfect even want to hang around?”

While she was busy putting Deirdre down, Brendan reappeared. He stared at the woman next to Deirdre and frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Deirdre shook her head. “Nothing.”

at the

woman smiled, looking unabashed. “Just a passerby. Saw your friend over here having a bad time, so I came to check on

shot her a noncommittal

but I’ve got a friend who used to suffer from the same sort of nausea she does. Then, she got better because

was aghast. She turned to Deirdre-who was still battling the demon of nausea- and chortled. “That was a good one, handsome. Her, your girlfriend? C’mon. At least come

“Not in a relationship.”

suddenly pooled in those jet-black eyes. The air around him stiffened and boiled

really say

did not know how to react. She bit her lip, but that beat of silence turned into a chance for the woman to step

fingers tightened, and the poor water bottle was

had changed after all. They had been marching in

You and your heart