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 and

did not 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

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

down on her-and the weight of

up. She opened her eyes abruptly and sensed the

with a selfish

not tell which part of it,

she smelled it-the metallic scent of blood.

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.

she was sure the man would never

problem." He finally spoke, his voice strangely husky. He began to sniff her-his hunger palpable. "I'll just stay like this for

clenched her fists. 'You’re crushing

fell forward, the floor next to her bed