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…”

fixed a strangely unyielding stare on her. “I have no reason to

blinding–like a supernova lighting Deirdre up from within. She was

Brendan found himself wishing that his lie would

she was undergoing treatment in the institution, but now, her condition is stable enough. She no longer

cheeks, and a shadow of anxiety took over her face. “No, wait! But what about my face? She’s gonna go into shock if she sees

told her about it already. She thought it was a burning accident, and ultimately, she didn’t

thank God…” Deirdre muttered to herself 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 her that I’m living the best life I could ever have. She needs to think I’m happy… because it’s the only way to make

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

all,” he replied. “As far as she knows, you’re

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 knowing what