Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 908 Ruining Others' Rest

Deirdre opened her eyes from the noise and froze.

Brendan, too, heard it, but neither of them moved. Someone was knocking, not on Deirdre's room but Brendan's. It did not take a genius to know who this not-mysterious-knocker could be, given the timing at late night.

A while later, the confirmation came unprompted. "Bren? Bren! Are you asleep already?" Charlene urged.

"Now what?" Deirdre asked in an undertone. Brendan was in her room! If Charlene continued to knock, she would soon realize no one was inside." God, you shouldn't have come here!" "It's going to be fine," Brendan replied calmly before beckoning Deirdre to lean close.

Charlene went on knocking for a while despite nobody answering, and she started to grumble to herself. Brendan was famous for being a light sleeper, and he did not usually sleep this early in the night. Even if he did manage to fall asleep, all that noise she made should have woken him! Thus, why was there neither sound nor anyone answering the door?

when the night was this freezing. And yet, part of her was just too defiant to quit.

door opened-not Brendan's but

of smug contempt." Gosh, Miss McKinney, what's the urgency? People are trying to sleep at this hour! Even I had to get upto see who it

of a man at an hour like this, after all. Her surprise only lasted for

course, I have a reason to look for Brendan at this hour... though it'd be in your best interest not to know what it is." "Oh yeah?" Deirdre's expression darkened. "Now

puffed up her breasts and walked past Deirdre’s door, her hips swinging. "It's obviously something you can’t satisfy him," she remarked sweetly. "We’re all grown-ups here, so you don't really need me to spell it out for you, right? Brendan always used you in the past because he was worried he might hurt me. But now that you're pregnant,

a glance at Deirdre's room despite herself. It did not look like someone was hiding under

fishy. Deirdre's timing was too much of a coincidence. If her knocks managed to wake Deirdre, then how could they not

eyes down on the floor for two seconds before suddenly looking up at her, muttering, "I see. That sounds rough, Miss McKinney. Sorry for all the trouble my pregnancy has somehow inadvertently

her face turned ashen. Did Deirdre

down and smile coldly. "Is hurling personal attacks all you're capable of, Miss McKinnon? I guess so. You don’t even seem capable of maintaining his loyalty