Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 135 Promise

“Alright…” Suppressing the bitterness in her voice, Deirdre nodded strenuously. “I’ll wait.”

She was planning to return to her room when a song filled the entire room all of a sudden.

Deirdre was stunned. She knew the song like the back of her hand because it was her ringtone.

Brendan was rather surprised as well. He pulled the drawer with a long face and saw Sterling’s name displayed on the caller ID.

Sterling had attempted to call Deirdre previously but he had stopped calling after finding out that Brendan was holding the phone without any intention of passing it back to Deirdre

Brendan’s face turned green with rage now that Sterling was suddenly calling Deirdre for no apparent

reason.

Deirdre did not have the courage to act rashly. Her hands were tightly clenched, and she suppressed all hope as she asked, “Is my phone ringing?”

and inquired closely without answering her question, “Whose call are you looking forward

the anger in his tone, but Deirdre could sense it without seeing it. She bit her lower lip and subconsciously denied it by saying.

a dead woman with her empty, dull gaze previously, yet her eyes lit up and her entire person began glowing when the call came

who the caller is, right?

but shook her head after a few

that his knuckles turned white Unexpectedly, he pressed the accept button and put the

other end of the line at once. “Deirdre? Is

kept her head lowered and did not utter a word. In fact, she did not even have the courage to express any

Deirdre’s face closely. “I’m sorry for disappointing you, Mr. Fuller. It’s not Deirdre, it’s

that Deirdre would have access to her phone. “Can you please pass the

Brendan looked at Deirdre and said in a flirtatious, provocative tone, “Her mouth is preoccupied with another task at the moment,

that my presence must have affected your life. That’s why I bought a bus ticket today and I’ll be moving to another location

Instead, he ended the conversation after speaking

‘Promise?’

felt a gush of ineffable anger burning in his chest. He asked, “What kind of promise