Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 104 Welcome to Night City! “That’s enough!”

Brendan stormed forward and snatched Deirdre’s hand away from its motion. The entire spectacle was

just so grating to him that he gnashed his teeth and snarled, “ Are you done playing the victim!? You’re

so into it! So into trying to make yourself look like the most tragic woman in the world that nothing is

below the belt, isn’t it? God. You keep proving me wrong when I think you can’t stoop lower!”

Playing the victim? How blind was this fellow to think this whole thing was an act to’ play the victim’?

Her injury stung so much her arm was shaking despite herself. She had not finished the task Brendan

had ordered her to do, so she simply muttered, despite her ashen expression, “Can you please let me

go? I’m not done cleaning up…”

“To hell with cleaning up!” Brendan bellowed suddenly. He kicked the garbage bin so hard that every

fragment from the broken bowl spilled back to the floor.

He glared at the nurse and thundered, “You clean this up! And I want you to do it with your hands!

You’re not stopping unless your fingers are bleeding!”

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This sudden turn of events threw the nurse so off-balance that she thought the world was going dark in

a second. Before she could even reply, though, Brendan had dragged Deirdre out of the room to get

her hand treated.

It was not a smooth journey. Deirdre kept struggling against his grip until Brendan pinned her down on

her chair. “If you think I’m trying to save you, stop deluding yourself. My only concern is for you not to

bleed to death because I’ve got a plan for you. A really entertaining one. I don’t want it to go to waste

just because you’re dead!”

‘A plan?’ His cryptic statement drained the colors of her face. ‘W-What was that supposed to mean?’

Brendan snickered in satisfaction. “Well, well, well. You at least catch on quickly.” Deirdre’s jaw

clenched. “Haven’t I been obedient, Brendan? Haven’t I been listening to you and doing everything you

want me to do? Haven’t I? If I have, then, please… I’m begging you, don’t drag Sterling back into this!”

Brendan’s expression darkened as a pang struck him on his chest. So, she pulled off this whole drama

because of f*cking Sterling Fuller again!?

A plague of rage spread all over his body like wildfire. He tightened his grip-one of

the debris jabbed into his palm, yet he felt nothing over his ballooning fury.

A cold smile surfaced on his lips. “You’re never gonna stop being so full of yourself, are you? Let me

remind you one thing, Saint Deirdre. You can’t even protect yourself. What makes you think you can

protect Sterling? And will he even remember your oh- so-noble sacrifices?”

Deirdre shrugged and thinned her lips. “I don’t need him to remember anything. The only reason I’m

doing this is that I owe him-”

She faltered into silence. Brendan could never understand any of this-he was just that narcissistic. He

did not even think he could ever owe anyone anything.

“Owe him what, hmm? Owe him a relationship?” Brendan retorted, clenching his jaw so hard the tip of

his tongue pressed against his teeth. “You surprised me again, Deirdre. Your face looks like sh*t, and

yet your seduction techniques just keep growing!”

The atmosphere in the room was so stiff that the doctor who came inside had to pause in his tracks in

bewilderment. Nonetheless, he took his seat across the table and turned his attention to his patient.

“What happened? This is serious! Any deeper and you could lose your hand, miss.” He asked,

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frowning. “And what’s with this debris?”

He began to pick each one up with a pair of tweezers. Deirdre’s face turned as white as a sheet as the

doctor worked. The doctor looked up at her with newfound respect when it was over. “You’re awfully

good at withstanding pain, miss. That was no simple agony you had to go through. Yet, you bore it in

silence!”

She said nothing while Brendan let out a sneer that seemed to say, “What else could a b*tch with no

self-respect be good at?”

He would have said that aloud if the doctor was not there.

“I notice you’re bleeding from your hand too, Mr. Brighthall. Are you wounded as well? Let me treat

you.”

It was then Brendan noticed his own injury. Blood was oozing out of the rather deep gash and dripping

from his fingertip, yet he had not felt any pain at all.

“Thanks.”

After their injuries were treated, Brendan shoved Deirdre into his car and drove away.

The car stopped somewhere rambunctious. Brendan got out of the car and began to yank her out of

her seat. It was then that she heard a chorus of excited people greeting them. “Welcome to Night City!”

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