Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 802 Is He With You?

Deirdre looked up. “But why would he hide it from him? Do you really think Brendan’s scared of a guy like that?” “Well…” Mrs. Engel faltered.

Deirdre flashed a smile. “I’m going back to bed.”

She turned on her heels and made her way back inside. The reveal did not make her feel anything in particular-instead, it just reminded her how talented Brendan was at acting. She almost bought it and believed that maybe, deep down inside, he did care about her or love her.

Deirdre had only just stepped inside her room when she heard the sound of Mrs.

Engel trying to call Brendan’s phone.

The call never connected.

Two days passed. One day, Deirdre propped the side of her head with her palm and asked, “So… That Mr. Jensen guy came back?” “Like clockwork, that man. He left after learning Mr. Brighthall was not at home, at least.” Mrs. Engel looked unsettled.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Miss McKinnon. He seemed very unstable today. He was still himself two days ago, but today… God, his eyes were beet red. Do you think… Do you think he might have gone crazy?” 2 “If he has, it is still Brendan who made him. It has nothing to do with us,” replied Deirdre.

should probably be extra

Mrs. Engel began cleaning up the dishes from their table. “Mr. Brighthall is coming home today, right?

eyes outside and

fallen. Unsurprised, Deirdre finished her dinner and went straight to her room to sleep. By this point, the usual discomfort associated with her pregnancy had lessened enough that she could sleep as

of grogginess, she heard the sound of the door opening. A weight began to sink

quivered. She could feel the man’s eyes beaming down on her and the weight of his body pressing against her before kissing

She opened her eyes abruptly and sensed the man’s body

with

tell which part of it, but the man suddenly curled

she smelled it-the metallic scent

“Are you hurt?”

into a cuddle. Shocked, she did not mmove. The stench of blood filled her nose until it seemed to suffocate her

you should get it dressed. Mrs. Engel’s just downstairs, and she’ll definitely

skipped asking him what had happened since she was sure the man would never

his voice strangely husky. He began to sniff her his