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!?"

before certainty replaced it. Kyran had not been acting like himself lately, and that woman had something to do with it. The only person she

for trying to bring Charlene to justice, okay? If you want to punish me over it, then do so. I don’t mind. I could even visit and apologize to her as long as you promise to

and apologize to someone

a weak, self-deprecating smile.

she had not done something like that in her life before. She had cast away her dignity for Brendan

wave of emotions

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

widened.

didn't

to entangle himself with a woman he clearly loathes and has to do it behind my back. Who

do anything with anyone?" Brendan retorted sharply, 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.