Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 430 Madame Brighthall

Deirdre’s shirt and hair were wet with sweat. The air was cold, and her entire body was shaking with fear.

Even though a door blocked her away from Brendan, she was still assaulted by a wave of coldness that chilled her to the bone. The oppression that came with the man from the moment he was born seemed like an invisible hand that grabbed her by her neck, suffocating her.

Fear and nervousness were all she felt during those few minutes.

After Brendan left, she realized how much she feared this man.

She dropped to the floor as if all energy had left her body. She wrapped her arms around herself and took a few deep breaths until she completely calmed down.

Then, her phone rang again.

She picked it up this time and answered, “Hello.”

There was only the typing sound from the other side of the call. Deirdre came around to her senses and realized it was Kyran.

So did that mean that Kyran was the one who had called her twice?

was her inside the cubicle. He would have never called

for freeing and pulling her up from

“Kyran? Is that you?”

on the

“I’m sorry. I was feeling a bit unwell, so I stayed in the restroom for a while longer. Give me another two minutes. I’ll be back

on the

She went to the washbasin and rinsed

time, someone came

a step back. The man was also stunned and did not dare to enter the restroom. “Isn’t this the male toilet? Or is the toilet in this

‘He isn’t Brendan…’

toilet, but I’m blind, so I

“I see. It’s okay.”

though her face was bandaged, it was wet with sweat and caused her a lot of pain. However, her head was filled with Brendan’s figure

to run into Breandan. After all, she was certain

her private room along the wall. While she

noises from ahead.