Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 233 I Want Your Love

Deirdre’s eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy and reddened from holding back her tears. She inhaled a deep breath and said, “Thank you, Brendan.”

She spoke in all apparent seriousness, and there was gratitude in her eyes. However, Brendan was not pleased by her gaze. On the contrary, he felt a knot in the pit of his stomach and felt suffocated.

Deirdre was the only person who was unaware that Ophelia was already dead. He was making up a fake world just to delude her.

He could not afford to accept her gratitude.

“I told you that I don’t like the words ‘thank you”.” Brendan’s dark eyes turned dim, and he abruptly got up from his seat. “I’m sure that both of you have a lot to talk about because you’ve just been reunited after so long. I’m going to do some work in the study room. You can come to me if you have anything important.”

He walked upstairs and took a seat in the study room. The desk was stacked with documents, yet he could not bear to read even one word.

what to

knocked on the door of the study

knob to enter the study room

Brendan leaned against his seat and propped up his head with a hand on his temple, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. “Why are you

the door after her. She hesitated for some time before mustering the courage to say, “Brendan, I have a presumptuous request to ask

that Deirdre had only come after mentally preparing herself. Brendan’s

her head lowered, her fingers clenched into tight fists. “1… I would like my mother to

“You can set your mind at ease. I’m only worried that it will be troublesome for her to travel back and forth. I’ll ensure that she stays calm and quiet so

“Is that all?”

while Brendan was leaning against the chair with an ice-cold expression. “Who do you think I am? Why do you make it seem so difficult to talk about when you’re only requesting for Ophelia to stay in the villa for a while? Am I a monster or something? Or do you think I’m going to reject you without the slightest hesitation? What sort of person am I to

his pressing query confronted her. She explained,

of being rejected by me, scared of troubling