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 attire like that

in no better state than she

Deirdre hesitated for a moment and passed

at least had your

not take it. “I don’t

He was right. He

The rain had gotten so bad that the wipers could not do anything

two could only sit still

uncomfortable silence.

working as hard as it could, still did not

stuck onto her, their chilliness seeping

its freezing temperature. She covered her

sneeze and shivered.

Brendan frowned. ‘Take

direction in an instant, her cheeks turning

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

tried to explain, “I don’t have any ulterior motive, okay? I’m just saying

cold. All you have to do is to wipe your skin with a towel, and you’ll be

this, you’ll

rather

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

undress in front

eyebrows in concern, but

“Really? You’re pretending to be some goodie church

naked before. But I’ve

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

“Shut up!”

came out as a hushed, quiet rebuff. She felt

than usual to even talk about this, especially since

small, cramped car. Just the sounds of