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

her. Maybe, his fever had gotten severe enough that

impeding his thoughts.

out of her rage to ask, “And

you wanted me to make? Did you dream of

twinkled in

Deirdre let the conversation die. Only after

She moved her stiffened body and took it

him,

Brendan could enjoy his shock, she added, “Eat it

strength to

Any last ounce of hope he had died in his

He should have known this was what awaited him. His

pot of glue swirling inside his skull. Something was

simple conversation way too

down, and

“I’ll sit,” Deirdre replied

“Until morning?”

She ignored him.

put

Deirdre frowned. “What are

“You get into the bed.

destination exactly

a minute. Then, she recovered from what she believed was

of Brendan’s elaborate games and sneered. “Get back here on

kick a patient out of his bed

eyes, weary. “Just

the couch. It was a considerably more

to fall asleep. It was only after hearing his slow, rhythmic

was no trick, no twist.

show.