Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 688 Who's He?

30 feet... 15 feet... 7 feet...

Deirdre's heart was hammering rapidly inside her chest as her fingertips went cold. Then, with a stomp, the man's

feet landed on the staircase.

At that moment, Deirdre's heart skipped a beat as well.

Both of them were right above the stairs while Brendan was behind them.

Brendan continued to climb the stairs, and apparently, he did not notice them. Soon, he arrived next to them in a

few steps, and his body scent tickled Deirdre's nostrils.

Just when Deirdre thought something was about to happen, he walked straight past them and headed up to a

higher floor.

'He didn't notice me?'

When the thought surfaced in Deirdre's brain, she felt as if all her energy had left her body. She let go of Whelan

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and found that her back was wet with sweat.

"Miss McKinnon, can you tell me what happened?” Whelan asked, "Are you alright?"

Even though he tried to keep his voice low, Brendan still heard his voice and stopped in his tracks.

Deirdre's face turned ashen pale as Brendan turned around.

He saw the figure in the man’s arms, and the jacket the figure was wearing was familiar to him. It was exactly the

same jacket that he had personally chosen not long ago when Deirdre accompanied him on his shopping trip.

His pupils constricted as he was overwhelmed with rage. At that moment, he just wanted to go forward and punch

the man’s face.

However, he soon calmed himself down. After all, Deirdre would never allow another man to get so close to her.

Maybe someone else had the same jacket? Or maybe...

Brendan tried to convince himself that the figure in the man’s arms in front of him was not Deirdre, but he found it

impossible. He could not calm himself down anymore, so he took a deep breath and walked toward them slowly.

Deirdre's back was filled with sweat.

She grabbed at Whelan's arm and pleaded, "Let's go. Bring me out of here

Even though Whelan was still shrouded in confusion, he decided to do as Deirdre said and went down the stairs with

her.

Just when they were about to reach the lower floor, a voice erupted behind them.

"Stop!"

Whelan raised his head. What appeared in his vision was a finely sculptured face. It wouldn't even be far-fetched to

say that he was a masterpiece of God, and even as a man, he was enthralled by his gorgeous face.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the man's oppressive aura and his piercing gaze. It seemed to

Whelan that he was angry right now, and he was the cause of Brendan's anger.

Whelan did not want to make himself look weak in front of a woman he liked, so he raised his voice and protected

Deirdre behind him. ’’Is there anything we can help you with?”

Brendan frowned at his action. He walked down the stairs step by step and fixed his gaze on Deirdre.

Deirdre could feel Brendan's searing gaze. She felt suffocated, and just when she turned around to run away from

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him, Brendan finally saw her face clearly. Rage exploded in him as he grabbed Deirdre's arm. "Deirdre!"

He held her so tightly that Deirdre winced in pain. Whelan hastily pushed Brendan away and shouted, "What are

you doing? Can't you see that you're hurting Miss McKinnon?"

'Miss McKinnon?'

Brendan’s anger abated a little when he heard how Whelan addressed Deirdre. However, he still felt as if there was

a blade stabbing at his heart when he remembered how Deirdre leaned on Whelan's chest.

"Deirdre, tell me honestly, who is this guy?"

Deirdre knew that she could not run away from him now, so she bit the bullet and lifted her head. Her eyes were

bloodshot as she replied, "Does it matter to you who he is?"

After that, she continued coldly. "Mr. Brighthall, Charlene is waiting for you right now. I suggest you don't make her

wait for you for too long."

Brendan's face turned pale. He took a deep breath and clutched tightly at Deirdre’s arm. In the next second, he

dragged her toward the entrance of the restaurant. "You're coming back with me now!"

Deirdre struggled with all her might to break herself free from him. She was filled with so much rage that she could

barely speak now.

She did not understand why he had the audacity to ask her to go back with such an attitude. Just who did he think

he was!?

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