Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 703 What If I Am Kyranl?

Deirdre's rage dissipated in all of her weariness. He was right-she knew what she was getting when she chose to do this.

Brendan stared down at her from his nose, his gaze unreadable. "So, why are you here, exactly?"

Deirdre closed her eyes. "I want you to let Kyran live in peace."

"What!?"

She opened her eyes and swallowed the bitter lump forming in her throat. Her pretty, clear eyes were begging him. "Please,Brendan, if you’re pissed about something, just vent it on me. Don’t drag Kyran into it, please! He doesn’t know. He doesn’tdeserve it."

The absurdity of this revelation crashed onto him. He gripped her chin tightly and pulled her closer in. "I wish I could crack your skull open just to see whatever the hell is eating your brain. You're accusing me of venting my steam on Kyran somehow!?"

“Am I wrong?” A look of confusion swept across her face momentarily before certainty replaced it. Kyran had not been acting like himself lately, and that woman had something to do with it. The only person she knew who was capable of putting those elements together was Brendan-she could not come up with any other reason.

lowered her eyelids. "It was my fault for trying to bring Charlene to justice, okay? If you want to punish me over it, then do

apologize to someone who'd happily destroy your life... for Kyran's

a weak, self-deprecating smile.

She had cast away her dignity

emotions flashed in

sneer displaced his prior expression. "I'll admit

widened.

released her. "I didn't do

Deirdre breathed hard. "He's not himself lately. He comes home

behind my back. Who else would have the power to force

do anything with anyone?" Brendan retorted sharply, his eyes unwaveringly trained on her. "Maybe he found someone better. Maybe he enjoys a new p*ssy. That would explain why he's so tired every day. Screwing

“Because he's not you!"