Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 567 Of Course, I Thought Too Highly of Myself

The nonchalance crushed the emotional storm he himself had created in Deirdre. Balling

her hands into fists, she willed herself to suppress the urge not to deck her hand across

Brendan’s face.

“Your conscience? After all the sins you’ve committed? After all the lives you’ve ruined?

And all you get is your wimpy conscience burning a hole in your non-existent soul!? Your

conscience is worthless!”

There was something unreadable and nebulous in Brendan’s black eyes, but he

managed to maintain his caustic tongue. “All that is in the past, McKinnon, so can you

stop yapping about it? What do you want me to do? Scrap my knees begging you for

forgiveness? Grow up.”

“Grow… up?” Deirdre could almost see black spots dancing in front of her eyes. She

could not stop herself from sneering. “I guess you’re right. I need to grow up and stop

being so naive. How could I possibly demand the great and mighty Mr. Brighthall to beg

for my forgiveness? How could I commit the sin of making his conscience slap him on

his wrist!? Oh God, of course! I thought too highly of myself!”

Brendan turned his head sideways. He could not seem to come up with even more

one-up her. Maybe, his fever

impeding his thoughts.

her rage to ask, “And what about the

me to make? Did you dream

“Yes.” Something twinkled in

die. Only after a coughing fit seized Brendan,

her stiffened

it to him,

his shock, she added, “Eat it and rest early. I want

to proceed

Any last ounce of hope he

what awaited him. His head made his thoughts

glue swirling inside his skull. Something

conversation way too

and sat up again.

sit,” Deirdre replied

“Until morning?”

She ignored him.

grabbed an unused bathrobe, put it on, and climbed out of

Hearing his commotion, Deirdre frowned.

“You get into the

He started toward his destination exactly as he said

for a minute. Then, she recovered from

of Brendan’s elaborate games and sneered. “Get back here on the bed. I’m

kick a

his eyes,

considerably more limited space to be in,

fall asleep. It was only after

was no trick, no twist. It was not him

show.