Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 744 A Business Trip to Neve

Deirdre took the bouquet, leaned close to the petals, and sniffed it. The flowers were so fresh the air was thick with their scent. Little drops of dew even matted the tip of her nose.

Brendan wiped the water away gently. "I didn’t plan to buy roses at first. I would have guessed from your personality that you like baby's breath better. Still, you wouldn't be able to see its splendor right now, so I picked a flower famous for its strong scent."

"I love it." Deirdre caressed the bouquet gingerly. "Every flower is my favorite so long as you're the one buying it for me."

She managed to find a vase and began to carefully slip each stalk inside. When it was done, Brendan threw his arms around her from behind.

"I think it’s time you take a step back and take a break. Here, have some pastries. They're still warm. A friend of mine suggested it when I asked. According to rumors, this bakery makes delicious desserts that are pregnancy-friendly."

Deirdre had lost quite some appetite these days, so Brendan waited for two hours to get her something she would like.

for it, but she heeded Brendan's suggestion and sat. He passed a puff to her

her mouth. The sweetness of its filling erupted on her tongue, causing her stomach

below her before Deirdre retched and threw up. She grabbed a fistful of the mat in agony, a few tears trickling down her

wiped her mouth clean, paying no mind to how dirty she was. He then cleaned the garbage bin and returned to cradle her in his arms, his features twisting into a frown. "I'm

curled into a fetal position, "l-lt's

it's totally my fault," Brendan muttered, clearly distressed. "I should have

spaghetti. The only seasoning it had was salt, so it was borderline tasteless. Still, Deirdre managed to

while thumbing through his documents as she lay on her bed after dinner. "I’m going to be on

as he caressed her hair. "I think I'll ask Glenna to come for

I’m not a kid who needs adult supervision!" Deirdre rolled and sat up from her bed, feigning rage. "Do your thing, you busy, busy

Can't bear to leave me? If you can't, you