Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 287

Prev Chapter
Background

Font family

Font size

Line hieght

Full frame
Yes No

No line breaks
Yes No
Next Chapter

Chapter 287 He Had Gotten Used to Her

“Shut up!” Brendan bellowed with all his might. His wound vibrated with his growl, making him cry out at the sharp pain in tandem.

His vision blurred. His knees buckled.

Her car had fallen into the sea? She had died?

Impossible! That was insane! She had been so alive yesterday when she had cursed his name, made how much he disgusted her plain, and screamed about avenging her mother! She had been so alive when she’d wished he was dead! And now… her fate was suddenly uncertain?

Brendan’s vision turned black and he toppled.

A nurse screamed nearby.

Before his consciousness faded out, he muttered, “Deirdre… Deirdre…”

He had a dream.

Psoriasis Will Go Away In 7 Days If You Apply It Every Morning!

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Drink 1 Cup Of This Before Bedtime And Lose 14 Kg In 2 Weeks

cancel

In the first few days after Deirdre’s incarceration, Brendan had been surprisingly unaccustomed to her absence. As soon as he’d return to the house, he would instinctively call out, “Deirdre, make me some mushroom soup!”

He would then stop himself, and the newly-hired cook would smile nervously. “Wow, Mr. Brighthall. This Deirdre girl must mean a lot to you, huh? But she’s been away for a while now, sir, so I’ll make you mushroom soup. I’m not half-bad at it either…”

Even after her imprisonment, he had realized her shadow still lingered in his head.

At midnight, after finishing up a particularly heady load of work, his head would hurt. He would go to her room unthinkingly and order, “Deirdre, I need a head massage.”

The shadows in her unlit room would glare back at him and his frown.

Brendan had told himself it was just a force of habit. For two years of marriage, Deirdre’s presence had littered all over his life. She was just a part of his days, and nobody could be reasonably expected to change their habits at the drop of a hat.

He had simply gotten used to her, he had told himself. Once he got used to her absence, he would forget who Deirdre McKinnon ever was.

And yet, as the days had passed, he had realized he missed her.

He missed how understanding she was. How docile and obedient she was. How perceptive she was. How well she was at reading the room-

At reading him. She was like a telepath tuned only to him. Only she knew what to say or do based on his mood.

Then, when Deirdre had gone missing, he had believed she would come back sooner or later. She’d had his child, after all.

And she loved him. He could always bank on that…

Doctor's Simple Way To Remove A Hanging Belly Works Immediately

Play With The Biggest Female Gamer Community In State Of Survival

cancel

There was a blur. Then, suddenly, a woman’s face-crazed and twisted in hysteria-emerged from the fog.

“You disgust me, Brendan! You f*cking disgust me! I wish I could peel off every part of my flesh that has ever been marked by you! I wish you could just f*cking die already! Die, die, die!”

She had a knife in her hand, and yet, she threw it away. She turned away from him and dove headfirst into. the roaring sea below.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

“Deirdre-!”

Brendan catapulted up from his bed, his eyes red. He felt a weight on his chest, suffocating him.

Charlene then burst into the room. “Bren? Bren! Oh God, you’re finally up! Damn it-can you stop being so reckless for a sec? Please?”

Her eyes were puffy and red, and yet the only woman Brendan saw was Deirdre in his mind’s eye.” Where’s Deirdre?”

Charlene froze. He ignored her and clutched the edge of his sheet tightly. “And where’s Sam?”

More silence. The lack of an answer drove Brendan nuts. He struggled to climb out of bed until Charlene stopped him with all her might. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks as she pleaded with him. “Bren, please calm down! Miss McKinnon is gone now, okay? You have to stop doing this to yourself… Or else… Or else. I don’t know what to do anymore!”

“Gone? Gone?!” Brendan’s thoughts were as entangled as a cluster of knots, but his black eyes were as sharp as the edge of a dagger. He frigidly swung Charlene’s hand away from him. “Has her body not been. found yet? No! How can you be sure that she’s gone then? What proof do you have, huh? What if she freed herself from the car and swam to shore on her own?”

Charlene’s eyes were sore. She bit her lip. “Sure, they haven’t found her body yet! But it’s the sea, Bren! It’s the freakin’ sea in this freakin’ weather! How could anyone possibly survive a fall into the sea and then swim all the way to the shore?”

Brendan closed his eyes. His eyelashes were trembling. “I want Sam. Now.”

“Sam is… He’s still looking for her…”

Sam proved himself to be even more obstinate than Brendan was. He could not gain access to the seal himself, so he took to scavenging the shoreline around the area. He hoped that Deirdre had managed to free herself from the car and swam to the surface before making it safely to the shore.

cancel

Report chapter Comments

Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Notify