Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 15 Did You Sleep With Him?

The room was poorly ventilated and humid. It was an attic of the lowest quality without any decent furniture. On the other hand, Deirdre was curled up under the blanket, her eyelids batting shakily in a piteous manner.

Brendan felt his heart wrench in pain abruptly as he was

about to approach her.

All of a sudden, Deirdre opened her eyes shakily.

The room was pitch black, but she could hear someone coming clearly. She asked in confusion, “Is that you, Sterling?”

She spoke in a very gentle tone because she was ill, especially when uttering Sterling’s name. However, it felt like needles to Brendan’s ears.

“Sterling? Your tone sounds really promiscuous. It seems that you have a rather close relationship with him, huh.” Brendan clenched his fist tightly and sniggered all of a sudden, his prior sympathy vanishing instantly.

Deirdre’s face turned ghastly pale at once, and she clutched her blanket tightly. “Brendan! How did you get into my house?!”

can come, why can’t i!” Brendan was infuriated by her vigilance. He stepped forward and grabbed Deirdre by her arm. “You began calling out to him as soon as I walked into the room. I figure that he visits your room every

turned pale from shock and blushed in shame. She raised her hand in preparation to give

off Deirdre’s body, and her thin sleeping gown was drenched in sweat, revealing her

You really won’t miss an opportunity when it arises, huh. I can see that you’ve learned how to seduce a man.” Brendan swallowed a gulp of saliva and ran a hand across her

to want you unless you do everything you can

‘How was I supposed to know that Brendan would come here? I would rather dress warmly enough to kill myself. I wouldn’t have put on just a nightgown

legally married, so why don’t I give you what you want.” Brendan chuckled in a mocking tone. “I

wish!”

her sleeping gown and tore it to shreds . without showing any courtesy. Despite her fever and burning hot body, she could not do anything to prevent the coldness from spreading in the air. Deirdre begged him, saying, “Don’t touch me!

bloodshot. He

struggle was not feigned. “So you won’t let me touch you but you’ll

good at not

kiss without showing any courtesy , while Deirdre struggled with all her might. Her fingers touched the table lamp on the bedside table in

got up from the bed and spared no effort

lost