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?

know it was her inside the cubicle. He would have never called her while talking to

had a splitting headache. However, she still had to thank Kyran for freeing and pulling her up from hell with this phone call. Even if he did not say a word at the moment,

“Kyran? Is that you?”

the phone in reply

sorry. I was feeling a bit unwell, so I stayed in the restroom

on the phone

of the cubicle. She went to the washbasin and rinsed

the same time, someone came into the restroom

up and took 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 can’t

“I see. It’s okay.”

the restroom, Deirdre put on the mask again. Even though her face was bandaged, it was wet with sweat and caused her a lot of pain. However, her head was filled with

was to run into Breandan. After all,

toward her private room along the wall. While she was walking

noises from ahead.