Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 563 You Started It, Deirdre!

The door opened, and Brendan stepped inside.

His feet shuffled to an abrupt stop, prompting Deirdre to ask, "What?"

He turned away. "Nothing."

The couple-friendly hotel certainly had a... design. The lighting was suggestively soft. There was a distinct scent in the air. The ambiance was obvious to any normal adult. As a courtesy of the hotel, clothes of a particular kind were provided on the bed.

Brendan could not imagine how Deirdre would look if she put these on...

Deirdre stepped inside after him. A thought leaped into her mind. "How many beds are there?"

It was bad enough to be stuck in a room with him. Did she have to suffer the pain of being in the same bed just as well!?

worse, they would often do. Brendan's answer was proof

around her chest as it tightened. She felt the compulsion to remind him, 'You made a promise. You should

him. His throat felt tight as he desperately tried to eject every lustful thought bubbling in his mind out of his skull. Deirdre's reminder sounded like a divine reminder. As he fought against himself, he frowned

face paled. "No. No, you’re not doing this. You

She seemed to be unable to say it aloud. It was Brendan who pressed on. "Won’t what? Share a bed with

and wife until our divorce is finalized. I can share a bed with you, which wouldn't

emanating from him. Terror bleached her face white—she turned on her heels and started toward the door. "I-I’m sleeping on the couch in

had barely stepped out the door when the man suddenly grabbed hold of her wrist and dragged her back inside. She felt herself thrown into the air,

chance to breathe when Brendan suddenly pressed himself against her. His weight somehow

is a little too late, don't you think? Have you already forgotten how you acted when you

pupils constricted.

were a wh*re doing her best to seduce me like a succubus.

used every wile a seductress could have, all because you wanted to bear me a child. But now? Having sex with me is suddenly a grave sin now? Because of that other *sshole, isn’t it? He’s the only one who

was serving all of her past shame. Every single mention felt like a slap across her cheek. Her

her volume. "That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I've been punished for it for so many years! Isn't it enough? Aren't I