Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 562 It’s Too Late for That

Deirdre was stunned. This was not what she was thinking at all! But before she could

explain herself further, a new gale tore through them. Seaside towns were no strangers

to strong, chilling winds. Their journey was only 100 meters long, yet it felt like they had

lost half of their body warmth by the 50-meter point.

Her body shuddered on its own. Brendan felt it coursing through his arm and drew her

even more closely into his chest. “About 50 meters left.”

They braved the weather. It was as the waitress had predicted-the rain kept getting

heavier. Had they chosen to stay inside the restaurant, they would not have been able to

come out.

The umbrella did a shoddy job of keeping the elements out of them. By the time they

reached the car, Deirdre was wet. The first thing Brendan did after getting inside was to

turn on the heater before pulling out a towel from the backseat. He passed it to her,

stating, “Wipe yourself.”

She thanked him out of reflexive courtesy and reached out to the man’s fingers. It felt

like touching a statue made from ice.

Her fingers were already as cold as they could get, while Brendan’s fingers were pretty

much cryogenically frozen. It shocked her to remember—after giving her his coat,

Brendan was down to a shirt and a pair of pants. An attire like that in a storm?

no better

and passed the towel

had your coat. Compared to you, I wasn’t that

don’t need it. It’s too late

He was right. He

had gotten so bad that the wipers could not do anything about

two could only sit still in his car and stare at

uncomfortable silence.

The heater, working as hard as it could, still did not manage

onto her, their chilliness seeping into her skin until her

replaced by its freezing temperature. She covered her

sneeze and shivered.

frowned. ‘Take

Deirdre whipped her head in his direction in an instant,

of reaction that clued Brendan

any ulterior

to do is to wipe your skin with a towel, and you’ll be dry. If you

on like this, you’ll

rather

curled into herself defensively. It would have been easier to kill her than to make

in front of

concern, but he pretended to

be some goodie church girl at this time?

I’ve never seen you naked before. But

in your body, Deirdre. I’ve even touched it, rubbed it, played with it, haven’t

“Shut up!”

protest came out as a hushed, quiet rebuff. She

usual to even talk about this,

small, cramped car. Just the sounds of their breathing together