Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 884 I Won’t Let You Down

The sudden weightlessness bewildered Deirdre. She instinctively grabbed his collar as she grimaced in panic. She could feel him opening a door, and then, silently-she found herself gently plopping on the softness of her bed.

Her surroundings were too quiet, and she could hear her heart racing.

Helplessly, she cried out, “B-Brendan? B-Brendan!”

The man in question planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’m here.”

She withdrew her fingers into fists. “Please, don’t…”

The nervous dread on her face annoyed him enough that he snorted.

Please don’t’? Really?”

Dee. I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re still injured. I’m only worried about you. Once

was so gentle that Deirdre blanked and tacitly allowed him

turned out, Brendan did exactly what he said he would. He gently poured some ointment on her injuries and rubbed them carefully, his erstwhile

and braved through the process, though she would occasionally frown when it hurt. Brendan always caught it the moment her brows furrowed slightly and tweaked his motion to become

gravely, ‘The people who did this to you have all been punished…

blanked, and she said, “The most important

the prices I have to pay is this. I’m used to a life like that,” she said under her breath. “What I want in the end

while, he asked, ‘You’re still worried about the

that because the best reparation you can ever give me is telling me, with certainty, if my mother’s still alive. I don’t want you to lose everything you have or become some image everyone out there spits on for some grandiose reasons like ‘protecting me.’ You’re not

to frame her words to signal only tepid camaraderie at most, but Brendan could still detect genuine

the same woman who would detest