Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 225


    Chapter 225 I’m Not His Girlfriend


    “You’ve got nothing to worry about then.” Deirdre said, her eyes downcast. “I’m not his girlfriend. His


    lover is someone else.”


    “I f*cking knew it!” The woman cried. Her eyes twinkled in joy as she considered Deirdre. The more she


    examined her, the sorrier Deirdre looked in her eyes. “Jesus, how the hell did you even get someone


    as hot as him to be your amusement park partner? Oh, wait. I think I know-he pities you, right? Must be


    tough, growing up with that sort of face and being blind at the same time. So he brought you here to


    grant your wish out of charity!”


    Charity?


    Deirdre froze. The woman saw her, thought it must be a gotcha moment, and beamed. “I got it all right,


    didn’t I? You thought the same, didn’t you? Why else would a man this perfect even want to hang


    around?”


    While she was busy putting Deirdre down, Brendan reappeared. He stared at the woman next to


    Deirdre and frowned. “What’s wrong?”


    Deirdre shook her head. “Nothing.”


    He looked at the woman pointedly. “Who’s this?”


    The woman smiled, looking unabashed. “Just a passerby. Saw your friend over here having a bad time,


    so I came to check on her.”


    “Oh yeah?” Brendan shot her a nomittal nce. “You can move on now.”


    He had ignored her suggestive bodynguage altogether. Feeling mildly embarrassed, the woman


    stepped forward and changed tactics. “I don’t mean to be a busybody or anything, but I’ve got a friend


    who used to suffer from the same sort of nausea she does. Then, she got better because of this


    medicine that I’d be happy to refer to you. I’ll drop you a link in a DM, okay? So, what’s your


    Instagram?”


    It was as cheesy as it could get. He didn’t spare her a nce as he dered, “My girlfriend is right


    here.” “Girlfriend?!” The woman was aghast. She turned to Deirdre-who was still battling the demon of


    nausea- and chortled. “That was a good one, handsome. Her, your girlfriend? C’mon. At leaste up


    with at better excuse, man! Besides, I asked her and she told me the two of you are not in a


    rtionship.”


    “Not in a rtionship.”


    Brendan’s eyes darkened. It was as though a squall had suddenly pooled in those jet-ck eyes. The


    air around him stiffened and boiled as he fixed a piercing re on Deirdre. Even the woman felt that


    something was wrong and backtracked a little.


    “Did you really say that, Deirdre?”


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    Brendan’s fury came so suddenly that Deirdre did not know how to react. She bit her lip, but that beat


    of silence turned into a chance for the woman to step in once more. “I was there when she said it,


    handsome. She said you’ve got someone else on your mind. She’s not your girlfriend!”


    Brendan’s fingers tightened, and the poor water bottle was bent out of shape.


    Nothing had changed after all. They had been marching in ce.


    F*cking damn it, Deirdre. You and your heart of stone!”


    “I want to hear you repeat that, Deirdre,” he said emphatically. His glower was beyond nightmarish


    Deirdre felt as though her throat was being choked, and all color left her face. “I-I’m s-sorr-”


    “F*ck, no! I don’t want to hear any of that phony crap!” Brendan erupted. He clutched her by her


    shoulders hard. “I hate it when you say ‘sorry’ or ‘thank you’ out of some stupid reflex-they are all a


    f*cking earsore! I want the real, unbridled you! I want… I want you! I’ve been doing so much these days


    that I thought you might finally give me a chance already, but your heart is a f*cking stone after all!


    Seriously! What the hell is happening inside your head?!”


    Deirdre was shocked, but the woman beside her was downright gobsmacked. ‘What the hell is that


    supposed to mean? Is this guy… trying to win this ugly b*tch’s heart?!”


    Holy sh*t. It was as if the world itself had capsized!


    Deirdre’s lips trembled despite herself. Even her breathing was uneven. She closed her eyes wearily


    and opened them again.


    “Maybe I should be the one asking, Brendan. What do you really want out of this? Why do you act like


    apletely different person? Why did you bring me here? Why did you save me… even when you


    could have died?”