Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 927 I’ve Only Ever Loved You

"What do you think Charlene is thinking, Deirdre?"

Deirdre's heart sank. There was no way around it-Charlene had been screwing another man.

She raised her head and met his gaze with pity.

"Oh-kay. Why are you looking at me like that?"

Deirdre churned her thoughts a while longer before deciding to tell it as it was. "This is going to come off as painful to you, but I think you deserve to know at least something. I think... Charlene has another man." "What gave you that idea?” Brendan replied. The emotion in his tone was unreadable.

"I called you this afternoon, right? A few minutes before that, I smelled... well, a man's sweat. And then Mrs. Engel told me the way Charlene walked was off. When you square all of those together, the conclusion, well, wrote itself... you know?”

suspicion. She even mentally steeled herself

grip around her waist. "Detective Dee Dee

the- Is that all of your reaction?" "Hmm, what else am I supposed to feel? Hurt? Dejected? Lose my damn mind? Dee, I've told you already. I don't feel anything for her. I wouldn't even feel bad if she got pregnant with some other guy's child!" "But you're supposed to be at least a little wounded, right?" Deirdre rebutted frantically. "You used to like her so deeply!" "Huh? Did I?" Brendan murmured to himself as he rubbed his chin against the young woman's hair. Solemness replaced the playfulness in his eyes. "I used to think like you too, confusing a debt and responsibility I owed her as love. It's only after I fell in love with you... I finally realized they are not the same, i "I've only ever loved a woman in my life.” He cupped her face in his hands, his

blurry veil her damaged sight had perpetually bestowed on her, like a ray of light shining straight

her panic. She suddenly did not know how to react. Nothing he said could be handwaved as a joke. The love and sentiment

"B-Brendan..."

what to say even after staying silent for

it was featherlight, and without his

You're free to choose. The last thing I want is to know that any of your choices were made under pressure." He breathed. "After Ophelia's safe and sound and our child is born... HI let you go

around her waist and closed his eyes, his breath steady. A while later, it became rhythmic. He had