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.”

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

Sam was while questioning the mistress he served but also because Deirdre chose to say nothing. He pinned

gritting his teeth. “So why didn’t

mule would have eaten them if Sam had

little pale. She wanted to pull her hand away. but it only made him increase the pressure. She could feel his rage boiling

you?” Brendan argued. “Oh, of course! Nothing matters! You even jumped off a building

parted, but she realized she

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

It was

expression darkened, but he began to control his flaring temper. “I really thought we

heart skidded. She looked up at his face,

effort to fight his rage. “You don’t have to please me at your own expense-that wasn’t what I asked for. I asked for us to go back to how we were back then! You don’t have

not see his expression, but she could imagine how hard he found it to push against his own rage

trying not to scare her into retreating into