Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 148 In the Room All by Themselves. Deirdre’s eyes were bloodshot, and she bit her lower lip tightly. “I didn’t…”

“Charlene shuts herself in the room and refuses to eat now because of you, and you’re still stubbornly

denying it?” Brendan was laughing from anger, his eyes bursting with coldness. “I thought you were

begging for Sam to come back? Sure, if you can make Charlene forgive you, I’ll let bygones be

bygones!”

‘Make Charlene forgive me?”

Deirdre felt her heart wrench in pain violently. He wanted her to beg the woman who killed Bliss for

forgiveness? More importantly, Charlene would never let her off easily after seizing the opportunity with

great effort.

Brendan sneered. “How is it? Do you still want your Sam back?”

He used the words ‘your Sam’ to mock her.

Deirdre swallowed the bitterness in her throat, but her heavily damaged heart was still hurting. She

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could not care anymore. Would she still be afraid of being tormented when she had almost lost her life?

“Sure, I’ll seek Charlene’s forgiveness if you can keep your word.”

Brendan’s dark eyes burst with coldness as he walked downstairs with strides. Right before he left, he

said to Sawyer at the door, “Send her to Charlene’s villa at five in the evening. You’re not allowed to

take her home if Charlene doesn’t forgive her.”

It was Sawyer’s first time seeing Brendan lose his temper in that way. Brendan had always been a

reserved person. Even if he was angry, he would keep quiet, and that made Sawyer find Deirdre event

more astonishing.

He wondered who Deirdre was to Brendan, as not even Charlene could affect Brendan in this manner.

He ordered Sawyer to send Deirdre at five, but it was only ten minutes apart from his departure time.

Sawyer helped Deirdre get into the car and took a seat in the driver’s seat. He could not refrain from

saying, “What was Mr. Brighthall thinking when he insisted on me sending you over, Miss McKinnon?

Wasn’t he heading there as well? Wouldn’t it be more convenient for you to tag along with him?”

Deirdre was caught in a daze, yet she heard Sawyer’s remark absentmindedly. She chuckled in a self-

mocking manner. ‘It is because he refuses to sit with me in the car, not even for just a short ten-minute

car ride, of course.”

The car’s engine was started. Sawyer was not Sam, so he was not very good at choosing his words.

Soon, he could not stand the boredom and began to strike up a conversation by saying, “Miss

McKinnon, I heard most of the conversation between Mr. Brighthall and you on the second floor earlier.

You were bad at pleasing him because you constantly talked back to him. It would be unusual for Mr.

Brighthall not to be pissed off. You’re Mr. Brighthall’s woman anyhow, so you should behave yourself

appropriately, and that’s not going to be bad for you, right?”

‘Behave myself?

Deirdre lowered her gaze and batted her eyelashes. ‘Am I not behaving myself enough yet? I’m a

competent zombie who suppresses all negative emotions and never speaks out of turn. Yet, will

anyone let me off after doing all that?

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‘Brendan refuses to let me off, and Charlene is even more unwilling.”

She pressed her face against the icy cold window and said calmly, “I’m not Mr. Brighthall’s woman. It’s

Charlene.”

She had to set Sawyer’s remark straight. Otherwise, Brendan would think that she was brainwashing

the bodyguard to indulge in wishful thinking.

Sawyer said in astonishment, “You’re not? What is your relationship with Mr. Brighthall, then?”

Deirdre did not manage to answer before the car was stopped. She asked, “Have we arrived?”

“Yes, we’re here. Mr. Brighthall’s car is parked in the yard, so I believe that he has already headed into

the house.”

Deirdre opened the door and got out of the car, and Sawyer led Deirdre to the door. As soon as the

doorbell was rung, a servant came, and her gaze changed ever so slightly at the sight of Deirdre.

“Who are you?”

Sawyer took it upon himself to say, “This is Miss McKinnon, and she wishes to meet Miss McKinney.”

The servant said shyly, “I’m sorry. Miss McKinney and Mr. Brighthall are in the room by themselves.

Moreover, Miss McKinney especially gave orders for us servants not to disturb them.”

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