Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

"The door is not locked."

Deirdre pushed the door in and heard the sound of Brendan coughing more clearly.

Brendan didn't know it was Deirdre who knocked on the door, so he demanded after a moment, "Sam, go get me a glass of water."

Deirdre turned and went downstairs without much thought.

There wasn't any hot water, so Deirdre got a kettle to boil some hot water. When she went back to Brendan, she brought along a first-aid box.

When Brendan stood up to take the glass of water, he saw a woman's slender and fair fingers and looked up to the owner.

"Why is it you?" Brendan took a deep breath before realizing that because Deirdre was sleeping in the mansion today, Sam should have left by now.

Deirdre didn’t reply to Brendan but asked as she put the first-aid box on the bedside table, "Where's the coughing medicine?"

He merely drank half a glass of water

her lips. "Brendan Brighthall, it's not like you to lose your temper. If you cough so intensely like this and refuse to take

seconds and suggested, "Would you like

Brendan's health-just a call, and Brendan would be forced to go

hearing it, Brendan finally responded. He opened his eyes and stared at Deirdre for a while

repeated with downcast eyes, "Where is the

They

was startled. "How

could they not have expired?" Brendan smirked. "You were the one who has been managing this first-aid box and bought all those medicines. Since you have left, no one else is taking care of it anymore. Hence, those medicines

for a moment, and she said,

what are you thinking, actually?" Brendan had completely lost his patience. After a low-pitched wheezing sound, he said," We're divorced, aren't we? I have given you what you wanted. What else is there to pretend? Now treat me like

hear what Brendan was trying to say toward the

know what was happening, she frowned tightly and bent

man no longer said anything. Deirdre only heard the sounds