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 it

impeding his thoughts.

her rage to ask, “And

me to make?

Something twinkled in

conversation die. Only after a

medicine. She moved her stiffened body and took it

it to him, she

she added, “Eat it and rest early. I

strength to

last ounce of hope he had

He should have known this was what awaited him. His head

glue swirling inside his skull. Something was choking him from

making simple conversation way

lay down, and sat up again. “Where are

“I’ll sit,”

“Until morning?”

She ignored him.

unused bathrobe, put it on, and

Hearing his commotion, Deirdre frowned.

“You get into the bed. I’ll take

started toward his destination exactly as

minute. Then, she

elaborate games and sneered. “Get back here

*sshole who’d kick a patient out

his eyes, weary. “Just sleep

the couch. It was a considerably more limited space to

asleep. It was only after hearing

no trick,

show.