Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 562

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,

to a shirt and a pair of pants. An attire

he was in no better state

hesitated for a moment and passed the

least had your coat. Compared to you, I

don’t need it. It’s too late

was right.

so bad that the wipers could not do anything

Left with no choice, the two could only sit

uncomfortable silence.

as hard as it could, still did not

her, their chilliness seeping into

She covered her mouth just in

sneeze and shivered.

‘Take off your

head in his direction in an instant, her

It was the kind of reaction that clued

any ulterior

cold. All you have to do is to wipe your skin with a towel,

like this, you’ll catch

rather catch a

would have been

in front of

his eyebrows in concern, but he pretended to

to be some goodie church girl at this

like I’ve never seen you naked before. But I’ve done more than

touched it, rubbed it,

“Shut up!”

but her protest came out as a hushed, quiet rebuff. She felt

talk about this, especially

small, cramped car. Just the sounds of their breathing

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