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?"

to clean your hand for you. If you’re not comfortable with

upset-Deirdre could hear it in his voice. That hurt feeling did not make her loosen her lips, though. She quietly took the tissue and cleaned her wrist under the table. At times, she accidentally

her meal as quickly as she could

wished 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

early rest, okay? If there's anything you'll like me to help with, please don’t

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

after a few words, they relaxed. One of them

she shook

be proud of yourself for not being a snitchin' b*tch, darling, ' cause you just dodged a bullet there.

car. He was about to start the

with him for

his car and returned to

staying in

the warden replied haplessly. "The scandal she's involved in has grown so big that the top brass is making sure nobody's giving her any preferential