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?"

that shaken up either. "Thanks for bringing me here, but you should

you're at the airport

flashed her friend her

her eyes, made out the vague outline

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

coughs

a little and feigned nonchalance.

are you so dead set on returning to Neve? Didn't you just wake

in his eyes.

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

cast her eyes down in silence.

I don't care if you're alive or dead. I'm not going to whine and groan just because you lived, nor am I going to dance if I hear you're

being with the man you love forever. All you

She found herself tongue-tied.