Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 566 Why Did You Call Me That?

Brendan’s fever had kicked up brain fog. He started wrapping his arms around Deirdre's waist while an easy, mirthful smile surfaced on his face. He was free and no longer had to pretend to be a b*stard in a suit.

"I’m hungry, Deirdre." He cooed between panting. "Can you make me another veggie spaghetti, like the last time you made me? It was so good! I miss it now."

Deirdre's face turned white. What did he mean by 'the last time?' Since when had she ever made him something like that? The last time she did was two years ago! Why would Brendan suddenly care about it now?

And the way he addressed her, the tone he was using, why did it feel so familiar?

Deirdre felt her entire frame shaking. Her eyes seemed to be trembling in their sockets. The figure of a man surfaced in her mind against her deepest wishes...

But that was impossible. That was ludicrous! Absurd!

And yet, she could not

you just call me!?" she demanded, her

Brendan out of his delirium. His eyes

his voice returned to its steely default. "Why the h*lI are you here, McKinnon? What the h*ll

the h*lI are you— Did your fever wipe out your memory? We were trying to avoid the rain, so we came to stay in this hotel. And then you got a fever so serious, you

under his skin.

the subject!" Deirdre exclaimed hotly. She had to force herself to take several deep breaths just to

his illness had robbed him of his memories, he asked, "What did

eyebrows scrunched into a scowl. 'You called me

must be

confuse Deirdre, a two-syllable name, with Dee! As if your tone didn't change into something completely... unlike yourself! I'm blind, Brendan, but I'm not

and asked again, "Why did you call me by that name?