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?”

angry I

to me, Deirdre. I don’t want you to do anything against your will just to

feel. You obviously aren’t willing to have s*x with me, so why pretend otherwise? Is this an insult to you or me? I never walk back on my promises, remember? News about your mother and the freedom for you and our

each other-swarmed into her from all directions. It was as if he had carved the entirety of

What did he say?

it when she forced

he would grant her freedom to leave

said he wanted the real

balance by her own emotions. Brendan was not mad because she was ingratiating with him.

pressured by her confusion, asked, “Are you sure?” “Sure of what?” “Sure that there isn’t an angle here? Something you hope

just to finally say the last

natural that nothing is more important than how you feel to me. So, don’t ever do something so stupid and wrong ever

with her in a very intimate position, yet it

to think. It used to seem impossible to heal-until today when for the first time, she realized something