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?”

not going to take advantage

and tacitly

he said he would. He gently poured some ointment on her injuries and rubbed them carefully, his erstwhile cool

Brendan always caught it the moment her brows furrowed slightly and tweaked his

her gravely, ‘The people who did this to you

was serious. It was no lie. Deirdre’s mind blanked, and she said, “The most important thing at the moment, Brendan, is finding out whether my

said under her breath. “What I want in

asked, ‘You’re still worried

or 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 some lowlife the board can just look down

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

longer the same woman who would detest him