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?"

looked up. "What good does my anger do? It doesn't matter how angry I am. You just don't get why I'm

even mull about it, though, Brendan tilted her chin up and spoke again, this time with more solemness. "Listen to me, Deirdre. I don't want you to do anything against your will just to ingratiate yourself with me. I’ll give you anything you want, but this isn't a bargain. I'm not rewarding you for doing something you don't

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

of them in concordance with each other-swarmed into her from all directions.

What did he say?

he hated it when she forced herself against her own

her freedom to leave once the kid was

said he wanted the real

suddenly thrown off balance by her own emotions. Brendan was not mad because she was ingratiating with him. He was upset by the reason behind it-the fact

finally, pressured by 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, you're

time just to finally say the last part

only natural that nothing is more important than how you feel to me. So, don't

silence. Brendan was cuddling with her in a very intimate position, yet it felt like there was an unbridgeable chasm

Deirdre used to think. It used to seem impossible to heal-until today when