Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 623 Every Wrong Has Its Cause

Brendan exuded a powerful presence that felt like the air was burning with anger. However, he suddenly stuffed the medicine back into the bag the next moment.

“You spare no effort to make an excuse and act so mysteriously. I thought that it was something else, so it’s just a contraceptive pill. Are you being so secretive because you’re scared that I will be displeased? Deirdre, you know that you’re overthinking, right?”

Deirdre was stunned by Brendan’s reaction for a moment, but she realized soon that she should not have acted secretively.

She did not wish to be pregnant with Brendan’s child, and he should also share the same thoughts. Why would she think that Brendan would be angered by her decision?

“You’re right. I’m overthinking the situation.” She relaxed, unboxed the medicine, and removed the pill from the packaging before taking it with water.

Brendan watched from behind. His expression could not be seen clearly due to the poor lighting.

After Deirdre swallowed the pill, Brendan said, “It seems that the man has taught you a lot. You weren’t that sensible in the past. You would spare no effort in seizing the opportunity to get pregnant with my child at the time.”

Deirdre had no idea why Brendan would talk about the past.

was only making small talk or found her past

taught me a great lesson, and it is precisely due to the great lesson that I’ve learned to be

when her voice died away. Brendan picked up his jacket that was placed on the

his poor trick of avoiding the

door being opened and shut as she unwrapped

her appetite after

munch on an apple after being caught

on the television and leaned against the sofa while she dozed off. She heard the door knob being turned in

long has it

up, clutching the blanket, when the

and assumed that the person was Brendan. She asked in puzzlement, “Didn’t you just

out his hand, and a rag with a pungent smell covered

not fight the intense dizziness that

when she regained consciousness. She felt a shiver down her spine at the thought of the person who barged into the

‘Who was it?’