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?"

balked.” Sorry. I genuinely only wanted to clean your hand for you.

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 rubbed against her injury, and a little of that

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

not risk being too forward in rekindling their relationship by this point. The only way they could get somewhere was

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

glint flitted through Deirdre's eyes as she nodded a little anxiously. The warden led her back to the room where

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

shook

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 wide on the

car. He was about to start the engine,

even stayed with him for far longer than she

got out of his car

staying in that individual

"The scandal she's involved in has grown so