Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 79 He Didn’t Touch You… After All?

Brendan’s temper reached its boiling point. His grip around Deirdre’s wrist tightened like a clamp

intended to grind human bones. Fire was burning in his eyes, and if homicide was legal, Deirdre would

be dead right there and then.

“Congratulations. You’ve really pissed me off!”

Pain drained the color from Deirdre’s face. Before she even knew what was happening, Brendan had

forcibly trawled her away despite her fumbling, staggering footsteps. He lugged her all the way to his

hotel room and chucked her against the bathroom floor.

There was not enough time for the pain to subside. Deirdre had barely opened her eyes when chilling

water from the showerhead above poured mercilessly over her.

The cold was biting, and Deirdre trembled. “Stop! Brendan, stop!”

“Stop? Stop?!” he scoffed. Instead of honoring her plea, he lifted her head up so he could spray even

more water over her head and body. “How else am I gonna cleanse. you of your filth, you wh*re? The

last thing I want is smelling that drunken *sshole’s stench on you!”

Filth? Deirdre closed her eyes in agreement. Yes, she was stained with filth. His filth.

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Her lack of rebuttal only pushed Brendan’s buttons even harder. Holding the showerhead, he began to

tear Deirdre’s lingerie away from her.

Alarmed, she finally reacted by putting up a struggle. “No! Brendan, stop!”

“No?! You’re already a wh*re, Deirdre! You f*cked that man for 8 dollars-yet you have the audacity to

act like some celibate nun around me?! Spare me that bullsh*t! You’re just a f*cking c*nt no matter how

much you want to pretend otherwise!”

He ignored whatever weak protest she mustered and tore open her skirt. She was immediately

exposed.

There were no stains. No marks. Not even a sign one would expect from someone who just had sex.

There was nothing there.

He froze. His heart was beating erratically, and he threw the showerhead away and examined her even

more closely. He already knew where and what to look for.

But there was nothing.

“He didn’t… The two of you… It didn’t happen?!” He gasped.

Deirdre was lying on her back against the chiling bathroom tiles. It felt like she was lying inside a casket

of ice. It was so cold that her eyelashes were quivering, and she could not form a single cohesive

sentence.

Brendan was happy. Then, he was angry again. “What the f*ck?! You-why the f*ck. did you troll me?!”

He cackled. “He didn’t touch you after all! He didn’t f*cking touch you! Why didn’t you just f*cking say

so?!”

Tears rolled from the corner of Deirdre’s eyes.

Then, suddenly, an acute drill of agony borrowed within her abdomen. Pain spasms seized her, twisting

her features, and she curled inward uncontrollably.”

Argghhhhhh!”

“Deirdre?… D-D-Deirdre!”

Brendan was alarmed. He threw his arms around her and held her tightly.

Her skin was as cold as a corpse’s.

Panic flooded him like a sudden wave. He carried her to the bed and wrapped her in a bedsheet as

tears of agony marred her face. She was breaking out in so much cold sweat that her body was rioting

violently against her senses.

Brendan was terrified. “No! S-Stick with me, Deirdre! Stick with me! I’m taking you to the hospital!”

Her ears were ringing from the pain, so she could not hear him at all.

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He burst out of the door at once.

His three bodyguards were smoking outside. Sam, in particular, had an overcast face. He was stunned

to see Brendan carrying Deirdre -whose pained expression was stricken with tears-out of the room, but

he straightened himself from the wall in a millisecond. “Mr. Brighthall!”

“Get the car! She’s in danger-get the car right now!”

Sam paused a little before hurrying over to the car. He took the driver’s seat, and the car torpedoed

straight toward the closest hospital.

Deirdre was wheeled into the ER immediately. Brendan was left standing by the door, unreactive save

for his trembling fingertips. He had felt it. He had felt the warmth in her body slipping away with each

painstaking second.

He was cast down into an abyss of feckless, helpless, confused panic. He could feel it-her life was

being drained out of her body as though an unstoppable force from above was reaping a sou!

What the f*ck had he done?!

Why did she have to lie to him when nothing had happened?

Did she hate him that much?

Did he repel her that much?

But why? She had been nothing like this back then!

She had been so different back then.

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