Chapter 4 Miss McKinney Is Awake
His lips cracked into a cruel smirk. “Don’t? Don’t what? Aww, Deirdre, Deirdre, Deirdre. Are you playing hard to get now? How low can you sink?” he jeered. He could not care less about how she felt. If anything, hearing her sniffle and wail only frustrated him even more.
“B-B-Bren… Please, think of our child!” she heaved, pleading. Tears rolled out of the corner of her eyes like a stubborn stream. “Our… child…”
“Our what?! That thing inside you is the son of a wh*re. I have no relation to it!”
The coldness in his eyes could chill anyone’s blood. He wanted to punish her. To eviscerate her. To humiliate her. To jolt her awake from her delusion.
To make the child perish in the brutality of it all.
“Brendan—!” she cried out again, her arms flailing in her struggle.
Suddenly, the man’s phone shrieked out of his pocket, forcing him to stop. He answered the call and put it on speaker. “What?!” he grunted.
Steven Young’s voice was palpably overjoyed. “S-She’s up, Mr. Brighthall! Miss McKinney is awake!”
…..
Brendan drove away in the thick of the night. It was past midnight, and yet a minute after the call, the man leaped into his car and hurtled into the darkness. His reaction showed his anxiety and excitement.
How could he not act that way? The woman of his dreams had returned. He no longer needed to put on a charade with this revolting pretender.
Deirdre rose and redressed in her battered state, putting on her night clothes. She looked through the balcony windows, her eyes tracing the car’s silhouette, which was fading at the end of the road.
She felt a chill in her heart that echoed the innumerable pangs prickling through every inch of her body, forming a cacophony of unbearable pain.
Six years ago, Deirdre McKinnon had met the man on stage during a charity drive. He had been in a suit and tie, and she had fallen in love at first sight. The next time they had met, however, it had been amid the cackling flames of a house about to be ruined. He had been almost swallowed by the fire until she had selflessly dived inside and saved him.
Before falling unconscious, he had promised her that he would find her when he recovered. He had said that he would marry her, pledging to shower her with love for that single act of heroism.
After waking up, however, he had become Charlene McKinney’s fiance.
a Charlene impersonator. Now that the genuine thing had finally woken
……
asleep on a wet pillow, but her phone jerked her awake after a while. The pain caused by his forceful
revealed Brendan’s
There could only be one reason he would call her this early in the morning, but still, it was sooner than she had expected. Charlene had just woken up. Was he really so excited to divorce Deirdre—to cast her aside and remove every trace of her
of her stupor. Too terrified to ignore it, she answered it and set it close to her ear.
snarl blared from the other side of the line. “I want you here
and even now, she could feel jolts of pain assaulting her
quiet for a moment.
afraid of. I’m not asking you to file for divorce now and I’m not
had ever seen him make concessions. It shocked her, but more importantly, it stirred something deep inside her. Brendan never lied. If he promised he would
he have realized that—even though Charlene was awake—he harbored some feelings for Deirdre after all? That she, at the very least, deserved
She knew the possibility was slimmer than a straw, and yet she found herself moved. She quickly covered herself with an overcoat, got out of the house, and hailed a taxi.
ample time to run wild. What was going to happen next? She wondered and wondered until she stepped inside the mansion.
was more packed than Deirdre had
soon as Brendan saw her, his furrowed
‘Collect her blood?’
any time to react. Someone leaped from the
Deirdre cried out and tried to wriggle her way out
narrowed his eyes in impatience. “Charlene’s unconscious, you mewling pest. Someone has to donate blood, and that someone is you. You’re going up there
not believe her ears. “You… You told me to come… because you wanted me to
asked you to come?” Brendan sneered. “Because I give a sh*t about you? Because I want you to come back and rest?”
and imagination—had been fanciful fantasies all along. “I’m pregnant, Brendan! Can’t you just get emergency blood bags from the hospital or something? It’s more reasonable than asking a pregnant woman to give blood!”
You think I give a damn
“I’m not forcing you to do anything, though, am I? You’re free to say no, but you’ll be saying no to your
him. She felt his men pushing and jostling her
been there before—not even once—despite being married to him for two years. Nor had she ever imagined being granted the opportunity for the
bed, pinning her. That was when Deirdre’s eyes fell
eighty-percent resemblance, maybe. But that was not the case at all. It
that did not mean
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In Chapter 4 of the Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers series, two characters Deirdre and Brendan are having misunderstandings that make their love fall into a deadlock. Deirdre McKinnon fell in love with Brendan Brighthall and were married for six years. Brendan had a solid body and a handsome face which made Deirdre fall in love with and marry him. But that's why she brought her to be a miserable wife. he controls her and doesn't let her leave his control for more than 30 minutes. Today after vomiting at home and when the doctor checked her, she was pregnant. That scared her, Deirdre really wanted to have a baby but was afraid Brendan took that child away,... Will this Chapter 4 author Aqua Summers mention any details. Follow Chapter 4 and the latest episodes of this series at Novelxo.com.
Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers Chapter 4
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