Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 199 Nightmare

Brendan would admit that he was feeling up, but he absolutely did not appreciate seeing her initial reaction to his arrival. It was as if she was accusing him of being nothing but a sex–starved animal!

“I came here to rest, Deirdre.”

“Rest?”

“Yes. Rest,” he replied slowly. “Look, it will be very easy for Ophelia to see through our current facade. You’re repulsed by me, and that’s so obvious even I could tell. The good news is, we’ve got 10 days to slowly phase into some semblance of intimacy. It’ll look natural in the end.”

Deirdre’s face turned pale. Brendan, sensing a revolt, changed tactics. “If you object to it, fine by me.”

Object? Deirdre felt the wind get knocked out of her. Her real intention was obvious, but this was not optional for her. She had to please him, not just for Ophelia’s sake, but because she knew Brendan very well. This was the man who would do anything–noble or ignoble–to get what he wanted. Nothing she could say or do would change that.

She would rather not cause any conflict that could potentially rob her of the little happiness her mother’s news had brought her. All she needed to be happy was to hear that her mother lived.

“It’s okay. You can stay here if you like.”

space. At first, Deirdre was still repulsed by the thought of sharing her bed with him, but after a while, she calmed down and

some space

Gingerly, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping them around

fear he nursed at the back of his mind had transformed into a

shrieked, “You murderer! You murdered my mother and you f*cking lied to me! I’ll never

then jumped off a

“Nooooo! Deirdre!”

up. Even as he opened his eyes, he swore his throat felt constricted. He breathed hard, his heart

saw Deirdre nestling close to

dream, thank God. But why had

in cold sweat. This… This was what Deirdre would do if

hate

the only thing

suddenly found himself dreading the meeting between Deirdre and the impostor. What would happen

days left, and he already felt as if he was being defeated by the slow, unyielding trickling of time. He tightened his arms around Deirdre even more, which jolted her