Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 312 He’s Angry

Suddenly, a lone rock coursed through an arc and slammed onto her forehead. A sharp pang jolted her.

Deirdre moved her hand and felt warm blood on her fingers. Her head swam in a dizzy sea of pain as she heard the children’s remarks.

“We know you’re in there, you freak! Don’t pretend not to hear us! It’s your eyes that are busted, not your ears! Haha, she thinks she can stay inside and say nothing, guys! Then we’ll play try to hit the freak’ with her!”

The children did exactly what they said they would Rocks began to shower at her, and the fact that every single one landed at her quickly removed the possibility of coincidences Her visage turned pale

Enough was enough. Deirdre was just about to rise when she heard the child’s unkind delight turn awry. “H -Heeeey! Who the h- What are you doing!?”

There was a crash. Something was chucked onto the ground

Deirdre opened the gate and was immediately greeted by the sound of the leader’s angry tears “How dare you lay your hands on me, you stinky outsider!? Just wait! I’m gonna tell Granny! She’ll make you regret this, j*rk!”

rocks away before bolting away in

endured the sting in her forehead, and turned toward

of realization broke her stupor, and she answered herself, ” Is

the man nodded. She heard him

more, she felt the strands covering her forehead parting before his fingertip grazed close to her new gash. He was

stopped. Deirdre could somehow feel rage emanating from across her. “M-Mr.

herself in disbelief. Why would he be angry? She could not

the truth was, the man could not say it. He simply tightened his grip around her wrist before leading her in an unknown direction. Stunned, Deirdre frowned and demanded,

“I’m not comfortable with this. Please let me

to have left her alone. He walked away, to her surprise, but she did not pay it any mind. Maybe he was disappointed with Deirdre’s reaction and

in the wrong. Her attitude toward the Good Samaritan was pretty nasty for a woman who had just been protected from those bullying children. She might not have used harsh language, but

protested in pain. Deirdre almost reached out to it before stopping herself. Her fingers were dirty with

to the yard and resumed her work. She had just dug up a small mound when she heard the gate creak. Someone

toward it, she yelled,