Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 873 Where is She?

"What's that on your wrist?"

Deirdre’s heart skipped a beat. She retracted her hand immediately as if she had touched something hot, her heart racing. "What's what?"

Her reaction was unexpected; Brendan was stunned. "Uh, why is it so dirty?

It looks like dust." "Oh!" Deirdre exhaled a breath of relief. He did not see her injury after all. After all the trouble the scandal had brought to him via the Brighthall Group, the last thing she wanted was for Brendan to be distracted by her affair. "Er, the wall was a little dusty when I accidentally rubbed my skin against it."

Brendan produced a piece of wet tissue. "I'll help with that."

He gingerly held her wrist with his one hand, but before the wet tissue even made contact, Deirdre suddenly withdrew hers in a state of nervous panic.

"What's the matter?"

Brendan thought he understood why she balked.” Sorry. I genuinely only wanted to clean your hand for you. If you’re not comfortable with it, you’re

tissue and cleaned her wrist under the table. At times, she accidentally rubbed against her injury, and a little

meal as quickly as she could and rose. "I'm

God could give him more time, but he had to admit it was getting late. Besides, he could not risk being too forward in rekindling their relationship by this point. The only way they could get somewhere was through slow, steady,

anything you'll like me to help

a little anxiously. The warden led her back to the room where the other ten inmates waited in the corner, their eyes

One of

she shook

cause you just dodged a bullet there. Anyway, you’re sleeping in the corner but leave

He was about to start the engine, and yet his mind

even stayed with him for far longer

his car and

she’s not staying in that

warden replied haplessly. "The scandal she's involved in has grown so big that the top brass is making