Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 226 Please Continue Loving Me

Failing to answer her own question, Deirdre laughed mirthlessly to herself. “Don’t tell me this is all about atonement, Brendan. You never opened yourself up to me over the course of our two years together, but even I know you’re not the type to suffer through anything in the name of atonement.”

The real Brendan Brighthall would always use money to get out of things-even his own moral failings and irreparable wrongs. He would never care to use any other method. Why would he? Why squander his precious time and effort?

Brendan was nonplussed. Even he did not know why.

Was it because he did not want Deirdre to lose that one last hope she clung to? That one last thing that stopped her from stepping over another ledge? Was it because he could not bear the thought of her hating him? Was it because he would not be able to stomach seeing Deirdre writhing in hellish anguish after discovering her mother’s death?

It was all of that.

That was why he had to make Deirdre fall in love with him. He had to succeed Ophelia as Deirdre’s tether to the world of the living….

But he could not say any of those things aloud.

his hesitance and lowered her eyes to the

“pity” instead of the far grander idea of “atonement”? Was it just sympathy-the same

to pity me, Brendan. I’ve already gotten used to the kind of life I’ve been given. Besides, the fact that you’re bringing my mother to me is the greatest thing

all!” Brendan

stunned. She was about to say something again when Brendan

his lips against hers, bystanders be

“I want us to go back to

widened, and her pupils seemed to be quivering. She panted, hanging her head

could not distinguish the nature of these events. Was it just a whim in his head? Was it a design that would serve a greater scheme? Charlene was

not continue their trip around the amusement park. As Deirdre buckled up in his car, she asked,” Are we going

new clothes.” Brendan drank a few sips of water. “Since you’re obviously not going to look any less emaciated for the

the door to greet

of them a winning smile, she asked, “Here to get a new look, Mr. Brighthall? Or can