Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 90 His Enthusiasm Was for Nothing

Deirdre’s entire body was shaking. Sam pinched her lower jaw to pry open her mouth forcefully and prevent her from biting herself until she was severely injured.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Ms. McKinnon. Sir is going to feel sorry for you if he sees this.”

‘Feel sorry?’

Deirdre burst out laughing.

She had assumed that Brendan had perhaps realized his error when he had stood in front of the family mansion. In truth, he had done it so he could torment her more easily.

How could a person like him feel sorry for her?

If he had felt sorry for her, would he have done nothing when her face had been. cruelly destroyed, her child had been aborted, and she had been bullied in prison?

He had been a cold, heartless devil all this time.

Deirdre shut her eyes and felt intense fatigue overpowering her entire body. She had felt like her world was dark for a moment. Now, it felt as if she had found something in the darkness that she’d thought was hope, only to find that her hands were covered in blood. It turned out that she had not found hope but a knife that had been

used to kill her.

Please arrange a room for me

Sam did not have the courage to delay

handprint marks on her throat through the mirror. She could still

gave herself a ferocious pinch so the marks looked even more obvious. Then, she returned

the bed had well-defined facial features and a chiseled face without a single flaw. Charlene looked at

a sudden, Brendan’s lips moved as he uttered a bunch of

you say, Brendan?” Charlene held his

man’s lips as she could and heard the

“Deir… Deirdre…”

instantly, and she pulled a long face. She held Brendan’s hands so strongly

that she has been reduced

‘In that case,

ceiling came into his view as soon as he opened his eyes, and he felt the warmth of another person on

got up lethargically and found himself looking into

surprise, while Charlene had a stiff smile on her face. “Are you awake, Brendan? Do you feel better? Should I inform the doctor so he

refused, and his dark eyes looked around the room. Soon, he furrowed his eyebrows tightly. “Where’s Deirdre? Where