Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 275

Chapter 275 I’m Disgusted by You

Deirdre burst out laughing while she was crying. “Brendan, you enjoy regarding me as a fool, right? I believe that you are delighted in your heart that I was deceived by your lowly lie and kept going in circles, right?

“Yesterday evening…” Deirdre felt intense pain in her throat. “You told me that I still have you. Were you mocking me at the time? On the other hand, I believed you like a fool!”

“No!” Brendan’s face turned ghastly from the pain. He objected so strongly that.

blood was flowing out of his wound once again. He felt the warm flow of endless blood on his palm.

He was scared but he was not afraid that he would bleed to death. He was scared that Deirdre would suffer an emotional breakdown.

“The words that I said… I meant them sincerely… Deirdre, I’m sorry…”

He had nothing else left to say at that very moment but sorry.

It was because he could not do anything to resurrect a dead person.

Blood was gushing out of his abdomen wildly. The pain stripped away his strength but it did not take away his senses. He said softly, “I know that I’ve let you down… I didn’t know that this matter would progress to this extent. I’ll make it up to you and give you anything that you want, okay?”

Deirdre faced him with tears streaming down her face yet she sneered. “Do you know that I was distracted by your gentle treatment recently, Brendan? I was afraid. that I’d fall for you and I had no idea what to do. But do you know how disgusted I felt when I found out that you were hiding my mother’s death under your gentle demeanor?”

She laughed, yet her eyes were bursting with hatred. “I won’t trust you again from now on. You murderer!”

She shoved away the man abruptly, causing Brendan to stumble and fall to the ground, his blood flowing on the floor.

Deirdre searched around the room frantically and found the restored music book at last.

Brendan’s face turned ghastly, and he was breathing heavily from the pain. He suppressed his shakiness and said, “Deirdre, it wasn’t my intention to let Ophelia die. Think about the days we spent together. Weren’t you happy? We can continue to live

the life we had previously. Aren’t you very fond of this music book? I… I’ll get more custom-made for you… and fill your room with them…”

Deirdre’s expression was nonchalant, but she burst out laughing so hard that she teared up upon hearing that remark.

“Do

you

know how much I used to treasure the music book and how disgusted I am by it now, Brendan?” Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She opened the music book and hit it strenuously in the middle part, which was newly restored.

“Deirdre!”

Brendan roared loudly, his eyes bloodshot. He knew what Deirdre was about to do, so he attempted to stop her. “Don’t!”

His entire body was shivering from the pain, yet he was still clutching the music book tightly and shaking his head at her. “Don’t! Deirdre, don’t… I’m begging you… It can’t be fixed anymore…”

Deirdre’s gaze was icy, while Brendan was exhausted from losing too much blood. She shoved him away with all her might and slammed the music book on the corner of the bedside table.

“Deirdre!”

Clap!

He heard the sound of the wooden music book breaking in two halves.

Brendan looked at the shattered music book, having trouble breathing from the pain. Deirdre would have risked her life just to protect it. She would rather let her palm get mangled because she cared about the music book so much.

However, she had destroyed the music book with her own hands at that very

moment.

Brendan saw the determination and coldness on Deirdre’s face in a daze. He could see that she did not care in the slightest and did not even blink once.

Panic and pain surged into his chest at that very instant.

‘Deirdre… doesn’t care about anything anymore…’

The world before his eyes went black, and he dropped to his knees on the floor. His blood formed a puddle on the ground, yet he was clutching the hem of Deirdre’s top with his hand.

“Enough… That’s enough.., Deirdre…”