Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 614 You'll Regret It

Cillian hesitated for a moment before answering, "Miss McKinnon is missing. The maid said she entered Declan’s room and hasn't come out yet."

"What!?" Mr. King Sr.’s expression changed. Anger began to rise from the bottom of his heart, but he did not dare to make any assumptions. "Maybe the maid misidentified

that woman as Miss McKinnon?"

Brendan ignored him and rushed toward Declan's room. He twisted the doorknob, but unfortunately, it did not budge. His face sank, and he growled, "Where is the key!?"

They had already prepared the key in advance, and the maid handed it to Brendan. Before Brendan opened the door, Cillian spoke. "Mr. Brighthall, make sure you can keep

your calm when you’re in the room. Even if you don't trust Declan, you need to have faith in Miss McKinnon-"

Before he could finish speaking, he looked at the bed and was stunned.

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Only one person was on the massive bed, and that person was none other than Deirdre. Her eyes were misted over with desire. Apparently, the drug's effect hadn’t worn off

yet, but her clothes were perfectly intact.

However, according to his plan, Deirdre and Declan should be in the same bed now! Where was Declan now? Why had nothing happened between them?

Suddenly, they noticed that the room was filled with the smell of blood. Brendan switched on the light, and it was only then they saw Declan.

He was sitting in the corner of the room right now, holding a fruit knife in his hands. The wounds on his arm were horrendous and fresh. Apparently, he had cut himself with

the knife to take advantage of the pain to suppress his desire.

Since he had lost a lot of blood, his lips were bloodless.

Cillian did not expect such a move from Declan at all, and he was stunned. After he came around to his senses, he admonished Declan harshly. "How dare you, Declan!? How

could you stoop so low and drug Miss McKinnon in order to get her? There is no way you can do this by yourself. Tell us who helped you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the maid standing next to Cillian dropped to her knees and pleaded, "Mr. King, please forgive me! I didn't want to help Mr. Declan, but he

threatened me with my job! I had no other choice!"

Brendan ignored their show and marched toward Declan coldly.

"Don't care about me." Declan said, "Go take care of Miss McKinnon."

Brendan turned around and walked toward Deirdre. Her clothes were wet from her sweat, and she could barely keep herself awake. Her face was red as she moaned

painfully.

Unlike Declan, she did not suppress her desire with pain. She resisted it with her pure willpower.

Brendan secured her in his arms. He felt sorry for her as he slowly tightened his arms. 'Tm sorry. I didn't do my duty properly to protect you."

Deirdre's body was steaming hot. She was very weak right now, so she just leaned her head on his shoulder as she gasped for breath.

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Brendan pushed everyone away and rushed into the car. As soon as they were in the car, Deirdre coiled her limbs around him desperately.

"Help me..."

Veins were bulging on Brendan's head. His breathing was becoming labored as he tried his best to hold back his desire.

"Deirdre, who am I?"

Deirdre's entire body was shaking. "Kyran, help me..."

Brendan's face sank. It turned out that she thought he was Kyran. That was why she was so inviting.

"Are you sure you want me to help you? When you wake up later, you’ll regret the choice you made today."

Deirdre's brain was a muddled mess. Just like people would go to drink water when they were thirsty, she was only acting on her basic instinct.

'You'll regret it."

After he had finished speaking, he leaned on top of her.

It was cramped inside the car. Deirdre woke up, and her consciousness returned to her for a moment. She seemed to have realized who the man was as tears began to drop

from the corner of her eyes. However, there was nothing she could do other than sink deeper and deeper into the spiral abyss of pain and guilt.

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