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.”

growing exasperated. “Or did you forget what happened the last time you ate a teensy bit of egg? Is

reply. Brendan’s face, erstwhile pale in shock, turned redder and redder. He was not irritated just because of how furious Sam was while questioning the mistress he served but also because Deirdre chose to

he snarled, gritting his teeth. “So

them

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

counts as ‘something’ to you?” Brendan argued. “Oh, of course! Nothing matters! You

she realized she

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

nothing. It was all

control his flaring

skidded. She looked up at his

wasn’t what I asked for. I asked for us to go back to how we

how hard he found it to push against his

was trying not to scare her