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.”

desire to go home. How could he, when home smelled like… her? When his home was covered in traces of her, shadows

rational part of his mind knew that if he kept

suit and appointed

the house across the court. Then, when he got out of the car, his eyes caught Deirdre’s

the poor

the living room just

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 know? Ms. McKinnon has passed on, after all. We, the living, should let go too, especially since having the dead’s stuff

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for her to continue. It took almost all of his strength not to let his fury spill out of him. “Her room doesn’t even concern you. More importantly, you’re not even the mistress of the house yet! Shouldn’t you

turned pale. She was too familiar with his temperament-it was why it was imperative to remove

to return in the

matters into my own hands. I worry that you might never be able to move on