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,

a shirt and a pair of

was in no

a moment and passed the

dry. I at least had your

don’t need it. It’s too

He was right. He

that the wipers could not

the two could only sit still in his car and stare at each

uncomfortable silence.

it could, still did not manage to dispel

onto her, their chilliness seeping into her skin until her warmth

freezing temperature. She covered her mouth just in

sneeze and shivered.

‘Take off

direction in an

the kind of reaction that clued Brendan in about

have any ulterior motive, okay? I’m just saying it

to do is to wipe your skin with a towel,

like this,

rather catch

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

in front

in concern, but he pretended to

pretending to be some goodie church girl at this

like I’ve never seen you naked before. But

even touched it, rubbed it, played with it,

“Shut up!”

came out as a hushed, quiet rebuff. She felt even

ashamed than usual to even talk about this, especially since they were stuck

small, cramped car. Just the sounds of their