Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 293

Chapter 293 Why Can’t I Let It Go?

“You’re right!” Madam Russel said, nodding as hard as a bobblehead on a bumpy road. She scooped a portion of mashed potatoes and set it on Deirdre’s plate. “Either way, you should eat more! Your body needs it, dear. Give me some time. I’m gonna get a locksmith to break the lock to your courtyard in a few days.”

“Sure.”

Everyone in Brendan Brighthall’s proximity knew a new demon had possessed the man. He had been dedicating himself, headfirst, to his work, almost welcoming the deluge, and had been found spending the nights in his office.

His assistant could not take it anymore. “Mr. Brighthall? You’ve finished reading your paperwork, right? Last I checked, there isn’t anything important or urgent pending your attention, so maybe… Maybe you should go home. Rest up for the day, okay?”

She stopped shy of telling him why she thought it was necessary-the terrible blue-black eyebags and his almost gaunt visage.

Brendan propped his forehead with his palm. As soon as he stopped, fatigue washed over him like a shroud of black fog threatening to blind him. He gave a small nod. “Alright.”

he, when home smelled like… her? When his home was covered in traces of her, shadows of her, trails of her? He would become

if he kept

his suit and appointed a driver for

reached home. He saw people moving boxes out of the house across the court. Then, when he got out of the car, his eyes caught

boiled. He stormed forward, snatched the box away, and shot daggers at the poor

jerked. Charlene walked out of the living room just in time.

I thought of tidying the place up for the incoming good news, you know? Ms. McKinnon has passed on, after all. We, the living, should let go too, especially since having the

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room doesn’t even concern you. More importantly, you’re not even the mistress of the house yet! Shouldn’t you notify me if you’re planning

anger was palpable. Charlene’s mien turned pale. She was too familiar with his temperament-it was why it was imperative to remove everything about Deirdre from their lives.

to

things, Bren. So I took matters into my own hands. I worry that you might never be able to move on from Ms. McKinnon’s passing if

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