Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 197 Help Me Keep Up The Act

“Dr. Ginger’s suggestion,” Deirdre replied flatly. She let the coat hang on her shoulders. “He said a shut–in lifestyle wouldn’t help my recovery either, so he told me to go outside and immerse myself in the elements for a bit.”

1 don’t think your sorry excuse of an outdoor getup was part of the suggestion, was it? How will you see Ophelia if you catch a cold?”

There was a plop as her gardening shears fell to the ground. Deirdre looked at Brendan in disbelief, her tool forgotten, her lifeless eyes quivering in their sockets. “What did you say?”

Her voice was trembling.

1 said…” Brendan repeated himself with emphatic enunciation. “Ophelia is ready to return. She’ll be with us in ten days.

This meant more than the world to her. Her eyes reddened instantly, and she clawed at Brendan’s collar- despite already suppressing most of her violent excitement–and blabbered, “D–Don’t you dare do this to me. Brendan! Don’t! Don’t g–give me hope…”

unyielding stare on her. “I have no reason

euphoria. Pure, unadulterated, and blinding–like a supernova lighting Deirdre up from within. She was

found himself wishing that

step outside because she was undergoing treatment in the institution, but now, her condition is stable enough. She no longer regresses to being a

over her face. “No, wait! But what about my face? She’s gonna go into shock if she sees

her about it already. She thought it was

under her breath. Her voice gradually turned into a soft murmur. “I can’t let her worry again. I shouldn’t make her worry at all! I need to show

watched her murmur to herself. His eyes were grim, as the illusions Deirdre told herself to create and maintain weighed down on his chest. For some reason, he felt agony just hearing

doesn’t know what’s happened to you at all,” he replied. “As far as she knows, you’re still Mrs. Brighthall.

Deirdre breathed, lowering her head as her fingers unthinkingly caressed her damaged cheeks. She raised her head, as though she had resurfaced from an unfathomable thought, and smiled faintly. The fact that she knows about none of the things that have happened is a godsend. She’s sick, Brendan. I can’t let her undergo the pain of