Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 901 What Must I Do?

Deirdre found his temperament almost too zig-zagging to make sense. In the past, she could ingratiate with him as much as she wanted, no questions asked. But now, the same things suddenly irritated him.

She ducked, squeezing her shoulders into herself, and cast her sight to the floor to begin feeling and salvaging the documents.

At that moment, Brendan suddenly yanked her arm toward him and, by extension, her entire body. Before she knew it, the force nailed her legs across his lap, her shocked expression facing his visage.

It was a…. rather suggestive position to be in.

Deirdre froze as she sensed Brendan drawing her into himself before he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“God. What must I do, Deirdre?” he asked, surprisingly defeatedly.

Deirdre blinked. Her fingers slipped gently before lacing around his strong, firm arm. She did not find their position repulsive-just awkward.

“You’re not mad anymore?”

does my anger do? It doesn’t matter how angry I am. You just don’t get why I’m mad in

she could even mull about it, though, Brendan tilted her chin up and spoke again, this time with more solemness. “Listen to me, Deirdre. I don’t want you to do anything against your will just to

I want you to do what you truly want to do and feel what you really feel. You obviously aren’t willing to have s*x with me, so why pretend otherwise? Is this an insult to you or me?

all of them in concordance with each other-swarmed into her

What did he say?

she forced herself against her

he would grant her freedom to leave once the kid

he wanted

with him. He was upset by the reason behind it-the fact that she was

sure?” “Sure of what?” “Sure that there isn’t an angle here? Something you hope to gain from me, maybe? Brendan, you’re a businessman.” “And the father of my child… And someone… who loves

long time just to finally say the last part

feel to me. So,

with her in a very intimate position, yet it felt like there was an unbridgeable chasm between

that was what Deirdre used to think. It used to seem impossible to heal-until today when for the first time,