Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 901 What Must I Do?

Deirdre found his temperament almost too zig-zagging to make sense. In the past, she could ingratiate with him as much as she wanted, no questions asked. But now, the same things suddenly irritated him.

She ducked, squeezing her shoulders into herself, and cast her sight to the floor to begin feeling and salvaging the documents.

At that moment, Brendan suddenly yanked her arm toward him and, by extension, her entire body. Before she knew it, the force nailed her legs across his lap, her shocked expression facing his visage.

It was a.... rather suggestive position to be in.

Deirdre froze as she sensed Brendan drawing her into himself before he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"God. What must I do, Deirdre?" he asked, surprisingly defeatedly.

Deirdre blinked. Her fingers slipped gently before lacing around his strong, firm arm. She did not find their position repulsive-just awkward.

"You're not mad anymore?"

angry I am. You just don't

again, this time with more solemness. "Listen to me, Deirdre. I don't want

what you really feel. You obviously aren't willing to have s*x with me, so why pretend otherwise? Is this an insult to you or me? I never walk back on my promises, remember? News about your mother and the freedom for you and our child after birth are guaranteed yours. I'm not walking back on any

apart by his confession. Emotions-not all of them in concordance with each other-swarmed into her from all directions. It was as if he had carved the entirety of his speech

What did he say?

he hated it when she forced herself

said he would grant her freedom to leave once the kid

he wanted the

mad because she was ingratiating with him. He was upset by the reason behind it-the fact that

her confusion, asked, "Are you sure?" "Sure of what?" "Sure that there isn't an angle here? Something you hope to gain from me, maybe? Brendan,

long time just to finally

feel to me. So, don't ever do something so stupid and wrong ever again," he

in a very intimate position, yet it felt

at least, that was what Deirdre used to think. It used to seem