Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 269


    Chapter 269 Don’t Hate Me


    ‘You still have me.’


    In the past, Deirdre would not have been relieved. Instead, she would have been haunted by Brendan’s


    remark. However, Deirdre lowered her gaze now and felt her heart, which was sealed in ice, begin to


    crack slowly.


    She actually found Brendan’s remark convincing; perhaps it was due to Ophelia’s presence that her


    withered heart had been restored. She had found a way to pursue her dream and she was no longer


    living like a zombie.


    Simrly, she would not attach any hope to Brendan, like she had in the past.


    She felt that her current life was pretty great. Her mother would return to her when her illness was


    cured, and she would be working in the meantime. That was already enough for her, and she would be


    able to leave without feeling any disappointment. and live a life that belonged to her when Brendan was


    bored of her.


    “Hmm.”


    She answered nonchntly in a very soft tone, as if the voice came from her throat. However, Brendan


    managed to hear her reply, whichsted a brief moment, and his dark eyes were tainted with joy.


    ‘Did she answer me? Has she responded to my remark?


    ‘She did not chuckle in a self-mocking manner, like she did in the past, and she did not turn a deaf ear


    to me either. She answered my remark. Does this signify that her heart is already showing a sign of


    change?”


    At the thought, Brendan suddenly felt as if his chest was burning hot, as if something was boiling inside


    him.


    “Brendan …” Deirdre raised her head and asked in confusion, “Why are you hands… shaking?”


    ‘Am I shaking? Am I actually shaking?’


    Brendan suppressed the tremor and hugged Deirdre tightly without answering her question. He


    exhaled and caressed her hair as he said, “Out of happiness.


    “Deirdre, I’m very happy that you replied to me. I promise you that I will take care of you and I will


    never…”


    ‘Do anything that will hurt you again to make up for the pain resulting from Ophelia’s death.”


    Sensing Brendan’s strength, Deirdre felt her chest tighten for a moment for no apparent reason. She


    felt suffocated.


    Afterward, Brendan was so exhausted that he chose to squeeze into Deirdre’s bed to sleep with her.


    The hospital bed was not huge, so they were sleeping so close to each other that they were connected.


    Brendan held her hand throughout the whole process and fell asleep soon.


    When the nurse came, she was rather surprised. She hastily said, “Ms. McKinnon, are you alright? The


    hospital bed is so small that your arm might get hurt identally… Would you like me to set up a new


    cot for you?”


    “It’s fine.”


    Deirdre’s injured arm was on the other side coincidentally, and she knew that Brendan was a light


    sleeper. She did not have the courage to move too much, so she kept her upper body stiff as she said,


    “I’m fine. You don’t need to go to the trouble to do that.”


    The nurse, who was only put at ease by Deirdre’s remark, dressed Deirdre’s palm with fresh bandages


    before she left.


    Deirdrey down cautiously and found herself extending her hand toward Brendan. She stopped on his


    nose bridge before sliding down all the way to his chiseled lower jaw.


    It felt as if the man had truly changed into another person, and that was why she wanted to feel him


    with her hand to confirm that he was still Brendan.


    She figured that they were both sleeping on their sides, facing each other, because she could feel the


    man’s even breathing on the side of her ear.


    Deirdre shut her eyes and felt the grip of the hands holding hers growing tighter abruptly.


    “Deirdre!”


    He looked like he was having a nightmare and he mouthed something that Deirdre could not hear


    properly. She leaned closer and heard Brendan say, “Deirdre, don’t hate me…”


    ‘Hate? Hate him?”


    Deirdre’s vision was pitch ck, but she widened her eyes with great effort in an attempt to see the


    man’s face.


    ‘Why would I hate him when I’m satisfied with the current situation?


    ‘Brendan, are you having a nightmare?’


    Deirdre was confused and she forced herself to sleep, her eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    When she opened her eyes again, Brendan was already gone.