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?"

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

cleaned her wrist under the table. At times, she accidentally rubbed against her injury, and a little of that pain would break

she could and rose. "I'm finished. I

to admit it was getting late. Besides, he could not risk being too forward in rekindling

like me to help with, please don’t

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

relaxed. One of them approached

she shook

cheeks. "Good girl. You should be proud of yourself for not being a snitchin' b*tch, darling, ' cause you just dodged a bullet there. Anyway, you’re sleeping in the corner but leave your blanket. I'm going to spread it

from the table and got back to his car. He was about to start the engine, and yet his mind kept conjuring

stayed with him for

out of his car and returned to the

she’s not staying in that individual

replied haplessly. "The scandal she's involved in has