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,

down to a shirt and a pair of pants. An attire like that

was in no better state

Deirdre hesitated for a moment and passed the towel back to him. “No,

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

it. “I don’t need it.

was right. He was completely

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

choice, the two could only sit

uncomfortable silence.

The heater, working as hard as it could, still did not manage to dispel Deirdre’s

her, their chilliness seeping into her skin until her warmth

by its freezing temperature. She covered her mouth just in time

sneeze and shivered.

‘Take off

direction in an instant, her cheeks

kind of reaction that clued Brendan in about his mistake. Licking

don’t have any ulterior motive, okay? I’m just saying

All you have to do is to wipe your skin with a

like this, you’ll catch

“I’d rather catch

would have been easier to kill her than to make

in front

concern, but

pretending to be some goodie church girl at this

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

Deirdre. I’ve even touched it, rubbed it,

“Shut up!”

protest came out as a hushed, quiet

even talk about this, especially since

cramped car. Just the sounds of their breathing together perturbed