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 pair of pants. An

he was in no better

passed the towel back to him.

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

not take it. “I don’t need it. It’s

was right. He was completely

the wipers could not do anything

sit still in his car

uncomfortable silence.

hard as it could, still did not

onto her, their chilliness seeping into her skin until

temperature. She covered her

sneeze and shivered.

‘Take off your

direction in an instant, her cheeks

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

have any ulterior motive, okay? I’m

wipe your skin with a towel, and

this, you’ll catch

“I’d rather catch a

have been easier to kill her

in front of

in concern, but he pretended to be sarcastic

mocking. “Really? You’re pretending to be some goodie church girl at

you naked before. But I’ve done more than seen

in your body, Deirdre. I’ve even touched it, rubbed it, played with

“Shut up!”

out as

about this, especially since they were

cramped car. Just the sounds of their breathing