Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 802 Is He With You?

Deirdre looked up. "But why would he hide it from him? Do you really think Brendan's scared of a guy like that?" "Well..." Mrs. Engel faltered.

Deirdre flashed a smile. "I'm going back to bed."

She turned on her heels and made her way back inside. The reveal did not make her feel anything in particular-instead, it just reminded her how talented Brendan was at acting. She almost bought it and believed that maybe, deep down inside, he did care about her or love her.

Deirdre had only just stepped inside her room when she heard the sound of Mrs. Engel trying to call Brendan's phone.

The call never connected.

Two days passed. One day, Deirdre propped the side of her head with her palm and asked, "So... That Mr. Jensen guy came back?" "Like clockwork, that man. He left after learning Mr. Brighthall was not at home, at least." Mrs. Engel looked unsettled. "I've got a bad feeling about this, Miss McKinnon. He seemed very unstable today. He was still himself two days ago, but today... God, his eyes were beet red. Do you think... Do you think he might have gone crazy?" 2 "If he has, it is still Brendan who made him. It has nothing to do with us," replied Deirdre.

She paused and added, "But we should probably be extra careful for these two days. Let’s not leave the house if we can, and don’t ever let him in." 'You got it!" Mrs. Engel began cleaning up the dishes from their table. "Mr. Brighthall is coming home today, right? Three days, he said. Today’s the day."

cast her eyes outside

Unsurprised, Deirdre finished her dinner and went straight to her room to sleep. By this point, the usual discomfort

door opening. A weight began to sink at the edge

down on her-and the weight of his body pressing

kiss woke her up. She opened her eyes abruptly and sensed the

with

him on his shoulders as hard as she could. She could not tell which part of it, but the man suddenly curled

smelled it-the metallic scent of blood. "Are you

until it seemed to suffocate her chest. "Whatever injury you have, Brendan, you should get it dressed. Mrs. Engel's just downstairs, and she'll definitely call

asking him what had happened since she was sure the man would never answer her

strangely husky. He began to sniff

her fists. 'You’re crushing our

fell