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?”

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

Before 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 ingratiate yourself with me. I’ll give you anything you want, but this isn’t a bargain. I’m not rewarding you for doing

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? I never walk back on my promises, remember? News about your mother and the freedom for you and our child after birth are guaranteed yours. I’m not walking back on any of these, i “All

all of them in concordance with each other-swarmed into her from all directions. It was as if he had carved the entirety of his speech onto her neural

What did he say?

he hated it when she forced herself against

would grant her freedom

he wanted the real

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

her trance, but reeling out of her disbelief was not easy. She looked down for a moment until finally, pressured by her confusion, asked, “Are you 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

to

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

her in a very intimate position, yet it felt

used to think. It used to seem impossible to heal-until