Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 15 Did You Sleep With Him?

The room was poorly ventilated and humid. It was an attic of the lowest quality without any decent furniture. On the other hand, Deirdre was curled up under the blanket, her eyelids batting shakily in a piteous manner.

Brendan felt his heart wrench in pain abruptly as he was

about to approach her.

All of a sudden, Deirdre opened her eyes shakily.

The room was pitch black, but she could hear someone coming clearly. She asked in confusion, “Is that you, Sterling?”

She spoke in a very gentle tone because she was ill, especially when uttering Sterling’s name. However, it felt like needles to Brendan’s ears.

“Sterling? Your tone sounds really promiscuous. It seems that you have a rather close relationship with him, huh.” Brendan clenched his fist tightly and sniggered all of a sudden, his prior sympathy vanishing instantly.

Deirdre’s face turned ghastly pale at once, and she clutched her blanket tightly. “Brendan! How did you get into my house?!”

Deirdre by her arm. “You began calling out to him as soon as I walked into the room. I figure

insulting. Deirdre’s face turned pale from shock and blushed in shame. She raised her hand

by grabbing her other arm. The blanket slid off Deirdre’s body, and her thin sleeping gown was drenched in sweat, revealing her figure indistinctly. The

really something, Deirdre. You really won’t miss an opportunity when it arises, huh. I can see that you’ve learned how to seduce a man.” Brendan

so who’s going to want you unless you do everything you can

Brendan would come here? I would rather dress warmly enough to kill myself. I wouldn’t

married, so why don’t I give you what you want.” Brendan chuckled in a mocking tone. “I shall fulfill

wish!”

for her sleeping gown and tore it to shreds . without showing any courtesy. Despite her fever and burning hot body, she could not do anything to prevent the coldness from

bloodshot. He became

won’t let me touch you but you’ll allow Sterling to do so, right? Can he please you?

good at not speaking

courtesy , while Deirdre struggled with all her might. Her fingers touched the table lamp on the bedside table in a flurry and she grabbed it and

bed and spared no effort running out

lost your