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?"

she balked.” Sorry. I genuinely only wanted to clean your

lips, though. She quietly took the tissue and cleaned her wrist under the table. At times, she accidentally rubbed against her injury,

she could and rose. "I'm finished.

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

like me to help with, please don’t hesitate. I

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

a few words, they relaxed. One of them approached her and pulled Deirdre by

shook her

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

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

with him for far longer than she

his car and returned to the

not staying in that

else?" 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