Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 37

Chapter 37 Kneel Down to Seek Forgiveness

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Deirdre heard the sound of something breaking and felt her body burning, as if Brendan had raised his arm to deliver a tight slap on her face.

He would spare no effort tormenting her and would actually make her kneel down before Charlene? He wanted her to do it as everyone in the hospital bore witness too?

Am I not a person to him? Don’t I have any integrity left?

Her heart ached so badly that it felt as if a rope was tightened around it until her heart turned into mush. Her eyes were moist with tears, but she could no longer shed

any.

She had cried so much that her tears had dried up.

“Sure…” After a long time, she shut her eyes and said with her fists tightly clenched, “I will kneel down and apologize to Charlene as long as you leave Sterling out of

this!”

The air was deathly still for a few seconds. Soon, a clang was heard when the plates shattered to the ground. Brendan had kicked over the table.

She could sense his overpowering anger just by listening to his voice, without even seeing anything. Deirdre batted her eyelashes in confusion. ‘Why is Brendan still displeased despite having his wish fulfilled? What else does he want?

She had no idea, just like she had no idea why Brendan would take her to the villa by any means necessary. Even if he was looking for a slave to fulfill his bedroom needs, he should not have settled for someone as hideous as her.

The hospital called to inform Brendan that Charlene had awakened after he was done venting his anger on Deirdre. He was notified that Charlene was constantly crying from pain after waking up and chanting his name.

Brendan turned his head and glared at Deirdre ferociously after hanging up the call. “Did you hear that? It’s your fault that Charlene is going through this pain!” Deirdre’s heart was aching. ‘Who’s fault was it when I went through that hardship in jail then?’

Brendan was infuriated when she kept quiet. He tossed her into the passenger seat by force and rushed over to the hospital.

They headed to the ward, but Deirdre could hear Charlene’s cries even before reaching the door. It sounded as if she was in agonizing pain due to her injury. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Brendan approached Charlene in a rush. Charlene

wrapped her arms around Brendan’s muscular waist in a haste and hugged him. “Brendan! It hurts so much! I’m going to die soon! Can you please have the doctor administer painkillers? It hurts too much… I would… I would rather die!”..

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows tightly and rubbed her back. “The surgery is done. Just bear with it a little more. Everything is going to be better in a couple of days.” “But I can’t dance anymore. You enjoy watching me dance, but I can’t dance for you anymore …” Charlene’s tears streamed down her face endlessly as she took a glance and saw Deirdre standing at the door. Her face turned pale abruptly. “Why is she here? What is she up to this time?”

Charlene was panic-stricken, Brendan comforted her in a gentle voice. “Don’t be scared. I will make her apologize to you.”

He spoke in a cold tone as he looked at Deirdre. “Did I bring you here so you could stand by the door like a pillar?”

Deidre clenched her fists tightly, her soft lips pursed into a line, yet she could not resist Brendan’s threat.

She kneeled down before Charlene under his forceful gaze.

She felt her heart ache with every breath. She then shut her eyes, her face ghastly pale. “Ms. McKinney, I’m very sorry for causing your injury. Please forgive me.”

A look of surprise flashed past Charlene’s eyes. She had not expected that Brendan would be able to make Deirdre do this.

So it turns out that Brendan still loves me. He regards Deirdre as a servant. Otherwise, why would he make her kneel down before me?’

Charlene was delighted in her heart but did not express it. On the contrary, she leaned against Brendan with a look of lingering fear on her face. She said through sobs, “I’m sorry, Deirdre. I’m scared by the sight of you and I’m no saint. It’s your fault that I can’t dance, so I can’t forgive you… Will you please allow me to calm down first?”