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."

her eyes

appear even as the night had fallen. Unsurprised, Deirdre finished her dinner and went straight to her room to sleep. By this point, the usual discomfort associated with her pregnancy had lessened enough that she could sleep

grogginess, she heard the sound of the door opening. A weight began to sink at the edge of

beaming down on her-and

woke her up. She opened her eyes abruptly and sensed the man's body pushing against hers. Her face turned pale.

with

shoulders as hard as she could. She could not tell

smelled it-the metallic scent of blood.

pulled her into a cuddle. Shocked, she did not move. The stench of blood filled her nose until it seemed to suffocate her chest. "Whatever injury you have, Brendan, you should get it dressed. Mrs. Engel's just downstairs, and

she was sure the man would never

began to sniff her-his hunger palpable. "I'll just stay like this

her fists. 'You’re crushing our child."

The man finally rose-and then fell forward, the