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?"

why she balked.” Sorry. I genuinely only wanted to clean your hand for you. If you’re not comfortable with it, you’re welcome to help

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

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

was getting late. Besides, he could not risk being too

me to help with, please

flitted through Deirdre's eyes as she nodded a little anxiously. The warden led her back to the room where the other ten inmates waited in the corner,

warden left after a few words, they relaxed. One of them approached her and pulled Deirdre

she shook her

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

car. He was about to start the engine, and yet his mind

with him for far longer

out of his car

Oh, she’s not staying in that individual

warden replied haplessly. "The scandal she's involved in has grown so big that the top brass is making sure