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?"

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

me a call when you're at the airport once you're back,

her usual

the horizon, she widened her eyes, made out the vague

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

coughs occasionally

little and feigned nonchalance.

Neve? Didn't you just wake up last night? You should take at least a few days’

the fatigue in his eyes. "Is that

him, he shook his head. "No. It's not. How could you possibly care about me? You hate me to the bones. You wish I would just die already. In fact, you must be

her eyes down in silence.

alive or dead. I'm not going to whine and groan just because you lived, nor am I going

being with the man you love forever. All you care about is

She found herself tongue-tied.