Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 294 You Knew, Didn’t You?!

Sawyer had arrived. It was just the thing for Brendan to seize and regain his mental footing.

He descended the stairs. Seeing him, Sawyer passed him a booklet. “Mr. Brighthall! This here catalogs all of the designs for Miss McKinney’s engagement dress. The shop would like you to finalize your selections as soon as possible.”

Brendan hummed and took it. “Where is Sam these days?”

Sawyer scratched the back of his head. “He, uh, is still looking for her body. He said he wanted to find her so she could have a resting place.”

Brendan had not made it explicit, but even he had given up on the possibility of seeing Deirdre’s body ever again. Sam’s persistence surprised him into silence. After some time, he remarked, “These are bitterly cold days, Sawyer. Tell him not to stay by the sea for that long in a day. I don’t want him to compromise his health at such a young age.”

“I know, I know. I advised him against it so many times, but I don’t think he listened. Still, he will probably take care of himself a little more if you’re the one ordering him to.”

Sawyer left. Brendan took the booklet and glanced at the door to Charlene’s room. A while later, her voice finally escaped. “Bren! I’m in the middle of my shower. What’s up?”

entered her room, his eyes on the booklet. “Sawyer came to pass you the catalog for the dresses. You need to start

place it on my bed.

in her room, but the man had no plans to do that at all. He placed the booklet on her coffee

Brendan’s eyes floated

as quickly as she could. Her rosy cheeks were framed by her matted hair, which coursed down to her naked body clothed in an untied sleep robe. She looked at the

her couch and felt her

she had been

Brendan because she was the first woman he had ever been intimate with. It was only normal for her to occupy a special spot in his

her finger with a strand of her matted hair, curling and uncurling

a phone down on the table with a clank and

was nippingly hostile. It might as well as serve as a loud “no!”. It immediately took the sail out of Charlene’s

It was hers.

She became nervous. “W-What?”

every expression. His gaze was so burning Charlene was starting to