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.”

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? Is that why you were gonna

how furious Sam was while questioning the mistress he served but also because Deirdre chose to

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

would have eaten them if Sam

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

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

realized she could

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

nothing. It

his flaring

skidded. She looked up at his face, her

am not the tyrant you think I am. I am not unreasonable,” he added, his voice strained from the 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

his expression, but she could imagine how hard he found it to push against his own rage

trying not to scare