Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 293 Why Can’t I Let It Go?

“You’re right!” Madam Russel said, nodding as hard as a bobblehead on a bumpy road. She scooped a portion of mashed potatoes and set it on Deirdre’s plate. “Either way, you should eat more! Your body needs it, dear. Give me some time. I’m gonna get a locksmith to break the lock to your courtyard in a few days.”

“Sure.”

Everyone in Brendan Brighthall’s proximity knew a new demon had possessed the man. He had been dedicating himself, headfirst, to his work, almost welcoming the deluge, and had been found spending the nights in his office.

His assistant could not take it anymore. “Mr. Brighthall? You’ve finished reading your paperwork, right? Last I checked, there isn’t anything important or urgent pending your attention, so maybe… Maybe you should go home. Rest up for the day, okay?”

She stopped shy of telling him why she thought it was necessary-the terrible blue-black eyebags and his almost gaunt visage.

Brendan propped his forehead with his palm. As soon as he stopped, fatigue washed over him like a shroud of black fog threatening to blind him. He gave a small nod. “Alright.”

single desire to go home. How could he, when home smelled like… her? When his home was covered in traces of her, shadows of her, trails of her? He would become anxious whenever he started to close his eyes

that if he kept up his workaholic streak, he would

suit and appointed a driver

Then, when he got out of the car, his eyes caught Deirdre’s clothes sticking

forward, snatched the box away, and shot daggers at the poor young

man jerked. Charlene walked out of the living room just

and I’ll be moving in really soon, aren’t I? So, I thought of tidying the place up for the incoming good news, you know? Ms. McKinnon has passed on, after all. We, the living, should let go too, especially since having

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to let his fury spill out of him. “Her room doesn’t even concern you. More importantly, you’re

his temperament-it was why it was imperative to remove everything about Deirdre from

not expect him to return in the late afternoon,

didn’t want you to break down in grief from seeing her things, Bren. So I took matters into my own hands. I