Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 222 I Thought We Were Closer Now

“Here, eat some eggs. You need protein.”

Deirdre stopped moving her spoon slightly.

Brendan caught the change instantly. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” She cast her eyes down on her food, looking a little hesitant, before drawing the egg close to her lips.

Sam snatched the spoon away from her, alarmed. “Miss McKinnon, no! Don’t you remember what the doctor said? No eggs two hours after taking your meds!”

“What the…?” Brendan’s eyebrows were furrowed dangerously. Incredulity swirled behind his eyes as he scanned her face. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

Deirdre shrugged. “It was just not important.”

You mean severe nausea is fine? Gastric pain is fine? Cold sweat and pain are fine?!” Even Sam was growing exasperated. “Or did you forget what happened the last time you ate a teensy bit of egg?

not irritated just because of how furious Sam was while questioning the mistress he served but also

snarled, gritting his teeth. “So why didn’t

stubborn mule would have eaten them if Sam

her face to turn a little pale. She wanted to pull her hand away. but it only made

Then what counts as ‘something’ to you?” Brendan argued. “Oh, of course! Nothing matters! You even jumped off a building because, hell, not even your life matters to

lips parted, but she realized she could

you dare insinuate that I don’t know what’s going through your head! You thought that if you refused to eat them, I’d use it as an excuse to forbid you to see Ophelia, didn’t you? Because that’s who I am to you, isn’t it? A sh*tty, unreasonable tyrant who would sh*t on his own promise just because he was feeling a little hissy

nothing. It

began to control his flaring temper.

up at his face,

me at your own expense-that wasn’t what I asked for. I asked for us to go back

could not see his expression, but she could imagine how hard he found it to

not to scare her into retreating