Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 226


    Chapter 226 Please Continue Loving Me


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    Failing to answer her own question, Deirdreughed mirthlessly to herself. “Don’t tell me this is all


    about atonement, Brendan. You never opened yourself up to me over the course of our two years


    together, but even I know you’re not the type to suffer through anything in the name of atonement.”


    The real Brendan Brighthall would always use money to get out of things-even his own moral failings


    and irreparable wrongs. He would never care to use any other method. Why would he? Why squander


    his precious time and effort?


    Brendan was nonplussed. Even he did not know why.


    Was it because he did not want Deirdre to lose that onest hope she clung to? That onest thing that


    stopped her from stepping over another ledge? Was it because he could not bear the thought of her


    hating him? Was it because he would not be able to stomach seeing Deirdre writhing in hellish anguish


    after discovering her mother’s death?


    It was all of that.


    That was why he had to make Deirdre fall in love with him. He had to seed Ophelia as Deirdre’s


    tether to the world of the living….


    But he could not say any of those things aloud.


    Deirdre could sense his hesitance and lowered her eyes to the ground. “Is it out of pity, Brendan?”


    Was it “pity” instead of the far grander idea of “atonement”? Was it just sympathy-the same one people


    felt for a stray animal or a homeless beggar on the street?


    A bitter smile shadowed her lips. “You don’t need to pity me, Brendan. I’ve already gotten used to the


    kind of life I’ve been given. Besides, the fact that you’re bringing my mother to me is the greatest thing I


    could ask for. It’s more than enough.”


    “No! It’s not enough at all!” Brendan retorted. He then took a sharp breath.


    Deirdre was stunned. She was about to say something again when Brendan suddenly stepped closer.”


    You asked me why, didn’t you?”


    He cupped her chin and pressed his lips against hers, bystanders be damned.


    “That’s the answer,” he said in her ear. “I want us to go back to those days again. So please… love me


    again.”


    Deirdre’s eyes widened, and her pupils seemed to be quivering. She panted, hanging her head as her


    mind buzzed amidst this confusing chaos.


    She did not confirm or deny it in the end-because she had no idea what to say at all. She could not


    distinguish the nature of these events. Was it just a whim in his head? Was it a design that would serve


    a greater scheme? Charlene was still around, after all. She and her wiles.


    They did not continue their trip around the amusement park. As Deirdre buckled up in his car, she


    asked,” Are we going back?”


    “Not yet. Need to get you some new clothes.” Brendan drank a few sips of water. “Since you’re


    obviously not going to look any less emaciated for the time being, we could at least make you look a bit


    more presentable.”


    He took Deirdre to a clothing shop, one where the owner herself walked to the door to greet her most


    important customer. She quickly observed the woman next to him and stiffened a little, but her


    professionalism took over. Giving both of them a winning smile, she asked, “Here to get a new look, Mr.


    Brighthall? Or can I help you with something else?”


    Brendan looked at Deirdre. “Pick two sets of casual clothes for her. The kind that would make her look


    rosy and alive.”


    “Say no more. I’m on it,” Laia replied.


    She led Deirdre around the shop, weaving in and out of aisles nked by rows and rows of clothes.


    Surprisingly, Brendan followed them, his attention on this affair palpaple as he frequently expressed his


    thoughts and made remarks.


    He was not like that when he went shopping with Charlene. In fact, he was frequently buried in work.


    documents and he never seemed to care about Charlene’s activities.


    Laiapared his responses and easily got a good handle on Deirdre’s importance, which fueled her


    cordiality.


    She picked up a dress with a humble hue and held it in front of Deirdre. “How about this?”


    Deirdre reached out to touch the fabric. Before she could, however, Brendan snatched it away and


    stared a little too pointedly at the cuff. “A bit too short, don’t you think?”


    Laia shed him her teeth. “Mr. Brighthall, that dress reaches her knees. No one in our profession


    would call that short with a straight face.”