Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 206 Would He Lose Her?

Back to the old days…

Deirdre felt a sharp heartache, and tears welled up in her eyes. “We could never go back to the old

days.”

Although she said it with determination, she was absolutely touched.

She would meet her mother again in nine days. And it might be good for her if they treated each other

with respect, just like in the old days.

It was pointless to torture each other. She thought it would be enough provided she could be

emotionally detached from Brendan perpetually.

Finally, she gave in.

“Brendan, I don’t have anything to pursue in this life. The only thing I care about is my mother. As long

as she is safe and sound and you keep your promise, I can, uh, try to go back to the old days.”

She mustered up all her courage to say this, but the enthusiasm in Brendan’s eyes had gradually

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dissipated.

As long as Ophelia was safe and sound?

It was too late. Ophelia had already…

Brendan suddenly felt inexplicable terror about the meeting between that woman and Deirdre in nine

days.

He didn’t know what he would do if Deirdre discovered the truth and realized this was a lie.

Would he lose Deirdre?

Would he lose this lively, agile side of Deirdre?

“Brendan…”

Perhaps Brendan had unconsciously strengthened his grip, as Deirdre was in pain.

Brendan released her when he realized it. “Okay.”

He pursed his lips into a straight line and said, “Sure, let’s just try to go back to the old days.”

After he said this, he saw another side of himself in the mirror. He looked serious and uneasy.

He even thought that these nine days were probably his only chance.

He was determined to do his best so that Deirdre would fall for him again in these nine days.

He believed that Deirdre wouldn’t want to commit suicide if she loved him, even if she was in agony.

She would grit her teeth and persevere for him.

“Okay.” Deirdre was in a daze for a moment, her heart becoming tender as she recalled her mother.

Then, she recollected herself and asked, “How are your hands and body?

“I’ll call Dr. Ginger and have him bring the blood transfusion equipment over. Doing it at home will be

the same.”

In the end, Dr. Ginger brought over a bottle of blood for the transfusion. Deirdre stood by Brendan’s

side. In fact, she didn’t do it voluntarily, but Brendan had asked her to.

Brendan was holding her hand, unwilling to let go.

Whenever she moved, he would say, “Ouch, it’s painful. If you move again, the wound will reopen.”

This method was very effective, and he used it numerous times. Only when he was thirsty did he let go

of Deirdre’s hand so that she could go downstairs to get him some water.

When Deirdre was about to go back upstairs after pouring him a glass of water, she heard quick

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footsteps coming from behind her.

“Where’s Bren!” Charlene was in a hurry. She couldn’t have peace of mind at home. Hence, she had

decided to come over to verify whether Brendan had left because of company affairs or because of

Deirdre.

Deirdre calmly turned her head toward Charlene and replied, “He’s upstairs.”

“In that case, why are you here?”

“He said he was thirsty, so I’m here to get him some water.”

Charlene moved toward Deirdre and snatched the glass in Deirdre’s hand. Then, she approached

Deirdre’s face and said with hate in her eyes, “Miss McKinnon, you’d better be sensible and stand here

obediently. It’s me, not you, that Brendan wants!”

She then rushed upstairs, leaving Deirdre standing alone on the stairs, feeling calm.

When Charlene entered the room, Brendan barely had time to look up from his files. He raised his head

and complained. “Why did it take you so long-”

He stopped instantaneously when he saw Charlene and felt inexplicably conflicted.

Charlene approached Brendan with tears in her eyes. “Bren, why did you leave me in the hospital? You

even plucked out all the tubes. Do you know how worried I have been?”

She put the glass on the table, and her eyes reddened as she said, “Bren, do you hate me? Do you

never want to see me again?”

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