Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 562 It's Too Late for That

Deirdre was stunned. This was not what she was thinking at all! But before she could explain herself further, a new gale tore through them. Seaside towns were no strangers to strong, chilling winds. Their journey was only 100 meters long, yet it felt like they had lost half of their body warmth by the 50-meter point.

Her body shuddered on its own. Brendan felt it coursing through his arm and drew her even more closely into his chest. "About 50 meters left."

They braved the weather. It was as the waitress had predicted-the rain kept getting heavier. Had they chosen to stay inside the restaurant, they would not have been able to come out.

The umbrella did a shoddy job of keeping the elements out of them. By the time they reached the car, Deirdre was wet. The first thing Brendan did after getting inside was to turn on the heater before pulling out a towel from the backseat. He passed it to her, stating, "Wipe yourself."

She thanked him out of reflexive courtesy and reached out to the man's fingers. It felt like touching a statue made from ice.

Her fingers were already as cold as they could get, while Brendan’s fingers were pretty much cryogenically frozen. It shocked her to remember—after giving her his coat, Brendan was down to a shirt and a pair of pants. An attire like that in a storm? No wonder he was in no better state than she was.

hesitated for a moment and passed the towel back to him. "No, you wipe yourself dry. I at least had your coat. Compared to you,

don't need it. It's too late for

He was

their visibility. Left with no choice, the

as it could, still did not manage to dispel Deirdre's cold. Wet garments stuck onto her, their chilliness seeping into her skin until her warmth was gradually replaced by its freezing temperature. She covered her mouth just in

'Take off

her head in his direction in an instant, her cheeks turning

to explain, "I don’t have any ulterior motive, okay? I’m just saying it will help stop the cold. All you have to do is

rather catch

been easier to kill her than to make her undress in

concern, but he pretended to be sarcastic and mocking. "Really? You're pretending to be some goodie church girl at this time? You’re acting like I’ve never seen you naked before. But I've done more than seen every orifice in your body, Deirdre. I've even touched it, rubbed it,

"Shut up!"

was livid, but her protest came out as a hushed, quiet rebuff. She felt even more ashamed than usual to even talk about this,

for any hotel nearby with his phone and found only one within a few 100 meters. The