Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 907 Hang On A Little Longer, Okay?

All Brendan cared about was the kid Deirdre bore him, right? So what would happen… if Charlene got pregnant too?

The young woman thought long and hard about it as she savored her risotto. When she was done, she got up and went for a bath as preparation.

Deirdre lay on her back alone and watched the sky turn darker and darker. Sleep came to her like a cascade, but a second after she drifted off, she heard soft noises coming from her balcony.

It sounded as if someone was opening her window. She pulled herself up with her palms, but before she could even see anything, the figure that entered her room through the balcony threw their arms around her and locked her in a suffocating embrace.

Deirdre froze. Shock gradually displaced her sleep. Then, softly, she urged,” Have you gone nuts?”

The first floor did not sound like much on paper, but it was still a considerable height to fall from. The fact that this unhinged man had decided to climb out of his window and into hers as if he would somehow be exempted from accidents was just… insane!

her hair with his cheek. “I rolled around my bed and still couldn’t sleep, so I thought, huh, I should come to see you.” “What happens if Charlene sees you like this?” Deirdre rebuffed nervously.” All that performance will be for nothing!” “That’s not gonna happen. Don’t worry.” He laughed. “We sleep in separate rooms,

happened during dinner. Deirdre had agreed to it despite not knowing what Brendan’s ulterior motive was, but it was fun to

her shoulder down gave him ample window to admire, though his eyes ultimately glided down to her

even know what to answer. Amused, she replied,

and pressed his ear against her skin. He listened for a moment and said, “Ah. The kid said it missed me and wants me

hooked Deirdre’s body toward him. The young woman

in, he closed his eyes. “Just hang on a little longer, Dee. I’ll have Shea guarding you very soon. That way, you’ll be protected from whatever crap Charlene will throw your way.” “It’s

too awkward to Deirdre’s liking. She started to

his eyes. “Why

skin was boiling. She was