Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 208 I’m Going to Marry You

Brendan could not have forgotten about that, nor would he allow himself to.

Charlene had risked her life to save him from the fire that year, so he owed his life to her.

“I will honor my promise.” After a long while, Brendan’s gaze dimmed, and he said in a dreary tone,” However, now is not the time. Deirdre went to prison because of us and has not only lost her eyes but the person that she cares about the most, her mother. I must give her another reason to live.”

He turned his flawless, gorgeous face to the side. His expression was overwhelmed with emotions. “I want to atone for the crime we committed in the past.”

“Bu…” Charlene’s lips trembled, and her breathing quickened.

‘Atone for the crime we committed in the past?‘ The remark sounded dignified and sensible, yet Charlene knew that Brendan would not have minded if he really did not care about Deirdre. ‘Does that mean that he has really fallen in love with her?‘

Her chest was boiling with uneasiness, and she clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes red. “There are many ways to atone.”

time left.” Brendan interrupted her,

to say something else, but Brendan furrowed his eyebrows tightly. “Charlene, don’t you feel the slightest ounce of guilt? Deirdre went to prison because we compelled her to do so. She lost

this point, Brendan could not help remembering the woman’s pitiful and hopeless expression the other day and felt his heart wrench in unbearable pain. “All I want is for her to live on courageously. Then, I’m

nonchalantly, without any affection, love,

nothing she could do when Brendan had already said this. If she were to stop him at this point, she would be regarded as cold–blooded and merciless.

understand.” A moment later, Charlene forced a smile on her delicately beautiful face. “Ms. McKinnon is very pitiful indeed. However, I can’t wait too long either… Don’t forget

that, she pulled a long face and darted a look at the woman sitting on the sofa, her eyes emitting hatred while she went

his way to the sofa.

cold fingers, Deirdre was

“it’s me.”

you here?

up from the sofa. She had assumed that they would

suppressed his anger but still felt rather displeased deep in his heart.