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.”

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 because he was scared he would dream

if he kept up

and appointed a driver

moving boxes out of the house across the court. Then, when he got out

box away, and shot daggers at the poor young man.” Who the hell gave you the authority

out of the living room just

in his hands and understood immediately. “Oh, Bren,” she explained, feigning a few chuckles. “We’re about to be engaged, 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

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continue. It took almost all of his strength not to let his fury spill out of him. “Her room doesn’t even concern

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

to return in the

seeing her things, Bren. So I took matters into my own hands. I worry that you might never be able