Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 776 The Lead on Deirdre-Where Is It?

Julia felt both shock and worry roll into one. She lurched and helped her up, demanding, "What's wrong, Deirdre? Why were you hiding in the closet? And God, why are you shaking so much!?"

Deirdre's lashes were quivering. She desperately sought her voice, and when it finally came out like a leaky whisper, she exhaled, "I'm... fine..." "Miss me with that bullsh*t! You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Deirdre sputtered out a dry laugh. It was as if she had a brush with Death itself-and for now, she lived. "I’m fine, really. I... I just need a favor. Please, Julia." "W-What kind of favor?"

Deirdre closed her eyes. "Don't ever tell anyone my name." "Your name?" Something larger than confusion and questioning loomed over Julia. "Why?"

Unpacking the entire complexities of her life was too grueling, so Deirdre simply replied under her breath, "I know you're a good kid at heart, Julia, but there are some things I can't tell you. What I can say is that I'm not a bad guy and haven't committed any crime. I just can't let other people know my name or my identity, especially the man who came in." 'You're talking about... Brendan?"

herself. "It's... It's my boyfriend. He did something by accident and incurred Brendan's wrath. It was a business

and threw a wrench into his deal with Brendan. Things got so heated up it left us no choice but

I can’t live alone. If something

be able to

sympathy from others through her disability, but right now, she

a few had noted, she was never truly a bad person at her core-and now her innate kindness, combined with her personal affection for Deirdre, compelled her to help. She could not bear to leave Deirdre alone and helpless, so she

won't tell him your name even if he asks," she promised. Then, as her mind raced back to the strange, almost obsessive attitude Brendan displayed, she lowered her voice and added a warning, "But I won't be able to stop him from searching for you on his

farewell. Even as she walked out of the house, her knees wobbled. A fog of some kind was shrouding her brain-she almost suspected all of this to be a

And they almost met!