Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 199 Nightmare

Brendan would admit that he was feeling up, but he absolutely did not appreciate seeing her initial reaction to his arrival. It was as if she was accusing him of being nothing but a sex–starved animal!

“I came here to rest, Deirdre.”

“Rest?”

“Yes. Rest,” he replied slowly. “Look, it will be very easy for Ophelia to see through our current facade. You’re repulsed by me, and that’s so obvious even I could tell. The good news is, we’ve got 10 days to slowly phase into some semblance of intimacy. It’ll look natural in the end.”

Deirdre’s face turned pale. Brendan, sensing a revolt, changed tactics. “If you object to it, fine by me.”

Object? Deirdre felt the wind get knocked out of her. Her real intention was obvious, but this was not optional for her. She had to please him, not just for Ophelia’s sake, but because she knew Brendan very well. This was the man who would do anything–noble or ignoble–to get what he wanted. Nothing she could say or do would change that.

She would rather not cause any conflict that could potentially rob her of the little happiness her mother’s news had brought her. All she needed to be happy was to hear that her mother lived.

“It’s okay. You can stay here if you like.”

Deirdre was still repulsed by the thought of sharing her bed with

left some space between

his eyes. Gingerly, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping them around her,

at the back

took Deirdre’s form–except this Deirdre had blood–red eyes. She was choking his neck, and he suddenly could not move. Her tears turned to blood as she wailed and shrieked, “You murderer! You murdered my mother and you f*cking lied to me! I’ll never forgive you! Never! I’ll make you live in anguish

jumped off a

“Nooooo! Deirdre!”

throat felt constricted. He breathed hard, his heart racing wildly, and felt his arm

and saw Deirdre nestling close to him

It had been just a dream, thank God. But why had it felt so goddamned

in cold sweat. This… This was

hate him

the only thing that had kept her alive was

himself dreading the meeting between Deirdre and the impostor. What

the slow, unyielding trickling of time. He tightened his arms around Deirdre even more, which