Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 650 How Can You Possibly Care About Me?

"No, we wanted this. It was only dragged on by other things,” Deirdre replied flatly. The only thing that really bugged her was that she had misunderstood Brendan, but her feelings about him did not change. "We don't like each other."

"Huh? Okay..." Glenna was baffled, but she respected it enough. "So... you're going to leave with Brendan later?"

"Yes, but I'll be back soon."

"In that case, I'm taking you to the ward first."

Before she could even do what she said she would, Brendan emerged from the door in a coat. His face was sallow and sickly-it was clear just how ill he had become. He kept coughing, and his eyes were bloodshot. When he saw Deirdre, his eyes widened a little.

Then, a look of mockery shadowed his face. "Time to go, Sam," he ordered the guard next to him and ignored Deirdre altogether. He brushed past her.

Deirdre shuddered. Glenna held her hand. "Dee?"

not that shaken up either. "Thanks for bringing me here, but you should go. I'm going to

okay. Give me a call when you're at the airport once you're back, okay? I'll

her

widened her eyes, made out the vague outline of his back,

the elevator. The door closed, and heavy silence weighed so much on her

Brendan's suppressed coughs occasionally broke

little and feigned

so dead set on returning to Neve? Didn't you just wake up last night? You should take at

the fatigue in his eyes. "Is that worry I

shook his head. "No. It's not. How could you possibly care about me? You hate me to the bones.

her eyes down

I'm not going to whine and groan just because you lived, nor am I going to dance if I hear

the man you love forever. All

She found herself tongue-tied.