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!?"

and that woman had something to do with it. The only person she knew who was capable

okay? If you want to punish me over it, then do so. I don’t mind. I could

your knees and apologize to someone who'd happily destroy your life... for Kyran's

weak,

her life before. She had cast away her dignity for Brendan for so

wave of emotions flashed in

quick look flitted through his face. A sneer displaced his prior expression.

eyes widened.

"I didn't do anything against

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

his eyes unwaveringly trained on her. "Maybe he found someone better. Maybe he enjoys a new p*ssy. That would explain why he's so tired every day. Screwing two women at the same time will do that to a man.