Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 199 Nightmare

Brendan would admit that he was feeling up, but he absolutely did not appreciate seeing her initial

reaction to his arrival. It was as if she was accusing him of being nothing but a sex–starved animal!

“I came here to rest, Deirdre.”

“Rest?”

“Yes. Rest,” he replied slowly. “Look, it will be very easy for Ophelia to see through our current facade.

You’re repulsed by me, and that’s so obvious even I could tell. The good news is, we’ve got 10 days to

slowly phase into some semblance of intimacy. It’ll look natural in the end.”

Deirdre’s face turned pale. Brendan, sensing a revolt, changed tactics. “If you object to it, fine by me.”

Object? Deirdre felt the wind get knocked out of her. Her real intention was obvious, but this was not

optional for her. She had to please him, not just for Ophelia’s sake, but because she knew Brendan

very well. This was the man who would do anything–noble or ignoble–to get what he wanted. Nothing

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she could say or do would change that.

She would rather not cause any conflict that could potentially rob her of the little happiness her

mother’s news had brought her. All she needed to be happy was to hear that her mother lived.

“It’s okay. You can stay here if you like.”

She changed into her nightgown elsewhere before returning to her bed, where Brendan had taken up

space. At first, Deirdre was still repulsed by the thought of sharing her bed with him, but after a while,

she calmed down and closed her eyes.

She still left some space between them, though.

As soon as she fell asleep, Brendan opened his eyes. Gingerly, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping

them around her, his heart swelling with satisfaction.

But maybe the fear he nursed at the back of his mind had transformed into a nightmare.

It took Deirdre’s form–except this Deirdre had blood–red eyes. She was choking his neck, and he

suddenly could not move. Her tears turned to blood as she wailed and shrieked, “You murderer! You

murdered my mother and you f*cking lied to me! I’ll never forgive you! Never! I’ll make you live in

anguish for the rest of your life!”

She then jumped off a building.

“Nooooo! Deirdre!”

Brendan woke up. Even as he opened his eyes, he swore his throat felt constricted. He breathed hard,

his heart racing wildly, and felt his arm growing numb.

He looked down and saw Deirdre nestling close to him in a peaceful slumber.

It had been a dream. It had been just a dream, thank God. But why had it felt so goddamned real?

He was bathing in cold sweat. This… This was what Deirdre would do if she discovered the truth.

She would hate him forever.

Then, she would kill herself because the only thing that had kept her alive was Ophelia.

Brendan suddenly found himself dreading the meeting between Deirdre and the impostor. What would

happen if something went wrong?

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They still had ten days left, and he already felt as if he was being defeated by the slow, unyielding

trickling of time. He tightened his arms around Deirdre even more, which jolted her awake.

She had not expected Brendan to still be around. She wriggled out of his embrace and rolled out of

bed.” What time is it?”

Brendan wiped beads of cold sweat away from his forehead and took a deep breath. “Nine in the

morning.”

“Nine?” Deirdre was stunned. Should he not be in his office by now?

“What’s wrong?”

Brendan felt his heart skip a beat. His stare hardened a little. “What do you mean what’s wrong?”

“If nothing’s wrong, why aren’t you in your office?” she replied matter–of–factly.

Brendan felt a sea of relief wash over him. God, his nerves were too tight. He had really thought she

had heard him cry out.

He hated this dreadful feeling. He yanked Deirdre into his arms and let it comfort his racing heart.

She froze, unable to decide how to process this. “W–What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Brendan released her. “I’m skipping work today. Come on. I’m taking you out.”

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