Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 155


    Chapter 155 Price of Forgiveness


    At that moment, Brendan felt his heart wrench in pain violently for no apparent reason.


    He felt an ineffable anger surge into his head and could not help holding Deirdre’s wrist. “Deirdre? Why


    are you here?” he asked in rage.


    Deirdre opened her eyelids ever so slightly and jerked back from unconsciousness to reality by the pain


    in her wrist. She listened to Brendan’s query and found his remark taunting. Her lips moved when she


    said, Where else can I be if not here? Didn’t you make mee here?”


    The woman’s wrist felt ice cold, and the coldness seeped into Brendan’s palm like an invisible hand.


    His face turned green with anger.


    “Yes, it was me who made Deirdree here. Yet, I assumed that Charlene would not make things


    difficult for Deirdre because she is such a kind woman, Still, she actually punished Deirdre to stand in


    the cold yard when the temperature is dropping from the impending winter?”


    Brendan felt his chest hurting and darted a look at the bloody, mushyceration wounds on Deirdre’s


    palms. His breathing pattern changed, and he suppressed his brutality when he inquired, “What’s going


    on. with your hands then?”


    Deirdre shut her eyes and pulled back her hand. She did not wish to pay attention to him because she


    was already exhausted enough by just trying to regain her consciousness.


    “Speak! Deirdre!”


    Brendan grew angrier as he looked at her deathly state. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders


    and felt boundless cold on every part of her that he touched.


    “This isn’t right.” His wless, gorgeous face was tainted with a tinge of panic. He remembered the


    doctor had told him not to let her catch a cold anymore. He held her hand and inteced his fingers


    with hers. “Follow me inside.”


    “Let go of me.” He did not expect that Deidre would pull back her hand and stand in the same spot.


    stubbornly. Her entire body was trembling from the cold, and her eyes were tightly shut. “Go inside by


    yourself if you want to.”


    Brendan’s face was green with anger. “What are you trying to do? Are you trying to win my pity by


    tormenting yourself? Or are you trying to die because you’re done with living?”


    Deirdre sneered. She remained indifferent while he flew into a rage. “I’m only doing what you asked of


    me. I thought you wanted me to seek Charlene’s forgiveness? This is the price…of Charlene’s


    forgiveness


    Her teeth were chattering with every word she uttered. In the end, she had to inhale a deep breath just


    so she could utter a word.


    Brendan’s eyes were bloodshot. He loathed Deirdre’s stubbornness and recklessness in not caring


    about. her survival. However, he still removed his jacket and covered Deirdre’s head with it.


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    The man’s jacket carried warmth and a familiar scent. Deirdre was stunned for a moment. She felt a


    pain in her numb heart that came in dense, dull waves.


    ‘What is Brendan doing? Is he feeling sorry for me? Or is he afraid he can’t continue torturing me after


    I’m dead?”


    She could not stop her teeth from chattering. Brendan appeared to be providing her with a tinge of


    warmth, but his act was actually cruel and brought her even more agony.


    ‘How can he be so carefree that he can punish me first, then reward her?’


    Deirdre gnashed her teeth, exerted strength to raise her arm, and pulled away Brendan’s jacket. She


    was in so much pain that she could no longer open her eyes. “I don’t need this… Brendan, I don’t need


    your pity.”


    Her stubbornness infuriated Brendan even more, and he was about to speak.


    “Brendan!”


    Charlene headed downstairs in her pajamas hastily, her expression filled with panic. She saw


    Brendan’s concern and worry that he could not conceal when he was standing next to Deirdre. She bit


    her lower lip and acted astonished. “Miss McKinnon? Why are you standing in the yard? I thought I told


    you to rest in the living room?”


    Deirdre found it amusing that Charlene always adopted the tactic of feigning innocence and pulling a


    sad face.


    She did not utter a word. On the contrary, the servant hastily stepped forward and said, “Miss


    McKinnon volunteered to stand outside. She imed she felt very sorry for hurting Miss McKinney and


    wanted to punish herself by standing outside.”