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 hand for you. If you’re not

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

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

time, but he had to admit it was getting late. Besides, he could not risk being too forward in rekindling their relationship by

get an early rest, okay? If there's anything you'll like me to help with,

little anxiously. The warden led her back to the room

after a few words, they relaxed. One of them approached her and pulled Deirdre by her hair. "Did you

shook

darling, ' cause you just dodged a bullet there. Anyway,

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

stayed with him for far longer

his car and

she’s not staying in that individual cell

frowned. "Why not?" 'Why 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