Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 581 Which Hand Touched Her?

"Whether it's Brendan or not, why don't you go out and see it for yourself?

"Why should I listen to you?" said the man, grinning lecherously.

Emboldened by the alcohol, he said, "Brendan has never had any women around him. I admit that you're pretty,

but you can't simply say something like that. Besides, what’s so great about Brendan?

"Even if you really are his woman, I’m sure you have been having a lackluster sex life. I’m better than him. Not only

that, but I can give you money too. If you come with me, I assure you that you’ll be very satisfied."

The more the man said, the more excited he became. He stretched his arm forward to touch Deirdre’s body.

"Stay away from me!” Deirdre shouted in disgust as she pushed him away.

The man was stunned at first when he got pushed away. Then he flew into a rage and slapped Deirdre across her

face.

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"B*tch! All of you here are to serve us! How dare you look down on me!?"

Deirdre felt buzzing in her ears. She was in so much pain that her vision turned black for a second. Before she could

do anything, the man threw himself on her, pinning her on the wash basin and sniffing her body scent.

"This is good. You smell so good. You look soft and smell good. Brendan really has gotten himself a fine specimen.

He’s just someone who relies on his father!" He scoffed and went forward to tear Deirdre’s dress. His eyes turned

bloodshot when he saw her fair skin. "Be a good girl and stay still. This way, both of us will have an easier time.

Now, close your eyes. I promise you that you'll enjoy it very much later!"

Deirdre’s face turned pale and was contorted with pain as her back pressed against the marbled wash basin's cold

and sharp edge. The man's outrageous behavior made her sick, and she shouted, "Get away and don’t touch me!"

"Don’t touch you? You still want to play hard to get, huh? You're really good at pretending. I'm sure you're very

happy down there the moment I set my eyes on you," the man said as he gazed fixedly at Deirdre. She had a really

good physique. It made his blood boil, and he restlessly ran his hand over her body.

However, the dress was sturdy. He could not get it off Deirdre no matter how hard he tried, so he changed his

approach and stuck his hand in from the hem of the dress.

Deirdre was shaking all over. Suddenly, she mustered all her strength and pushed him away.

The man lost his balance and fell with his head landing on the floor first. He let out a pained scream, and it took him

several minutes before he regained his composure. He touched the back of his head, and his face turned livid with

rage when he saw the blood on his hand.

"D*mn it! You really have done it this time, b*tch!" shouted the man as he raised his hand high in the air.

Deirdre closed her eyes subconsciously as despair enveloped her whole. She waited for the slap to land on her

face, but it did not come even after a long while. Suddenly, the man screamed out loud again, and this time, it

sounded like he was in a lot of pain.

Deirdre cracked her eyes open and was stunned when she saw the figure in front of her. In the next second, the

figure asked, "Are you all right, Miss McKinnon?"

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It was Declan.

Deirdre did not know if she was feeling disappointed or happy now. She always felt that it would be Kyran who

would come to her rescue in her most desperate moments, but on second thought, there was no way Kyran would

come to Eastgene.

Before Deirdre could do anything, the middle-aged man pulled his hand out of Declan's grip. His face was contorted

with rage as he snorted. "I was wondering who wanted to be the hero, so it's you. You're just an

illegitimate son given birth to by that wh*re from the Kings. I thought you were cast out of Eastgene? The Kings

don't want you to be here, so what are you doing here?"

Deirdre’s face turned pale at the man’s taunt. However, Declan ignored him and asked, "Which hand touched her?"

"Does it matter?" The man pointed at Declan and continued. "Are you going to beat me up? I have a business

relationship with the Kings. You-"

Before he could finish speaking, Declan smashed his fist into the man’s face. As the man screamed out in pain, he

pinned him on the floor and rained down several punches on the man, causing him to scream and beg for mercy.

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