Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 256 Payback

The manager was finally pleased. “I’m very impressed with your work, McKinnon. I hope that goodwill stays.”

Dispirited, Deirdre walked out of the manager’s office and stepped into the back of the restaurant. The cleaner had been waiting, so she rose from a crouch and approached Deirdre. “What’s wrong with you, Deirdre? Trevor told me he chose you, but you spurned him in return? Please, you’re not some run-of-the–mill young woman. Don’t you know that beggars can’t be choosers? Seriously, are you really planning to be a spinster for the rest of your life?”

Her acrimonious tone somehow paled compared to the vitriol of her word choice. Irritated, Deirdre frowned. “Look. Just because I agreed to meet him, it doesn’t mean I’ll agree to be with him, okay?”

“I’m only doing what’s best for you! Do you really think another man would even like you as much as Trevor does? God! He’s used to caring for other people. That’s why he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you’re an ugly blind woman! Lord, he’s literally a nice guy! Bless your heart, hon. You’re the entitled type who doesn’t know when to count her blessings!”

Sure. Maybe Deirdre was entitled, as she was finally too fed up to humor the older woman. She raised her head in the cleaner’s direction and replied placidly, “Mr. Carlson may be a nice guy, but it doesn’t change the fact that I feel nothing for him. You can’t force something to happen. If no one is interested in me, whatever. There is literally nothing to be resentful about. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you should mind your own business from now on, ma’am.”

After saying that, she felt her way across the wall to the break room.

immediately noticed the hickey on Deirdre’s neck even though her hair was draped over it. Enraged, the woman yelled sharply, “Oh, so that’s why! I thought you were one of those girls who cared about things like morality

fists and shot an unflinching glare

older wornan froze. Deirdre’s hostility had come só out

realized after a second that Deirdre was just a

is the kind of life your lead,

“What is this hoo–ha?!”

this was

shook her head and started toward the breakroom, though her rest was easily hampered by the front–desk girl a few minutes later. “Uh, Deirdre? What’s going on between you and the cleaning lady? She kept telling everyone you’re…

irate that her chest hurt.

her about how little our manager tolerates bad blood between colleagues. Still, you should

“Huh. Thanks, anyway.”

Deirdre’s back encouragingly