Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 703 What If I Am Kyranl?

Deirdre's rage dissipated in all of her weariness. He was right-she knew what she was getting when she chose to do this.

Brendan stared down at her from his nose, his gaze unreadable. "So, why are you here, exactly?"

Deirdre closed her eyes. "I want you to let Kyran live in peace."

"What!?"

She opened her eyes and swallowed the bitter lump forming in her throat. Her pretty, clear eyes were begging him. "Please, Brendan, if you’re pissed about something, just vent it on me. Don’t drag Kyran into it, please! He doesn’t know. He doesn’t deserve it."

The absurdity of this revelation crashed onto him. He gripped her chin tightly and pulled her closer in. "I wish I could crack your skull open just to see whatever the h*lI is eating your brain. You're accusing me of venting my steam on Kyran somehow!?"

that woman had something to do with it. The only person she knew who was capable of putting those elements together was Brendan-she could not come up with

punish me over it, then do so. I don’t mind. I could even

apologize to someone

gave a weak, self-deprecating smile.

like that in her life before. She had cast away her dignity for Brendan for so long. In comparison, she would be happy if all of this came in

wave of emotions flashed in Brendan's

sneer displaced his prior expression. "I'll admit to actually being excited for

eyes widened.

didn't do anything against

lately. He comes home late, leaves too early, and always looks fatigued! He's forced to entangle himself with a woman he clearly loathes and has to do it behind my back. Who else would have the power to force anyone into a

found someone better. Maybe he enjoys a new p*ssy. That would explain why he's so tired