Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 901

Chapter 901 What Must I Do?

Deirdre found his temperament almost too zig-zagging to make sense. In the past, she could ingratiate with him as much as she wanted, no questions asked. But now, the same things suddenly irritated him.

She ducked, squeezing her shoulders into herself, and cast her sight to the floor to begin feeling and salvaging the documents.

At that moment, Brendan suddenly yanked her arm toward him and, by extension, her entire body. Before she knew it, the force nailed her legs across his lap, her shocked expression facing his visage.

It was a…. rather suggestive position to be in.

Deirdre froze as she sensed Brendan drawing her into himself before he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“God. What must I do, Deirdre?” he asked, surprisingly defeatedly.

Deirdre blinked. Her fingers slipped gently before lacing around his strong, firm arm. She did not find their position repulsive-just awkward.

“You’re not mad anymore?”

Brendan looked up. “What good does my anger do? It doesn’t matter how angry I am. You just don’t get why I’m mad in the first place.”

She was unaccustomed to the helplessness in his tone. Before she could even mull about it, though, Brendan tilted her chin up and spoke again, this time with more solemness. “Listen to me, Deirdre. I don’t want you to do anything against your will just to ingratiate yourself with me. I’ll give you anything

you want, but this isn’t a bargain. I’m not rewarding you for doing something you don’t sincerely want to do.

“All I want is for you and our child to be safe. I want you to do what you truly want to do and feel what you really feel. You obviously aren’t willing to have s*x with me, so why pretend otherwise? Is this an insult to you or me? I never walk back on my promises, remember? News about your mother and the freedom for you and our child after birth are guaranteed yours. I’m not walking back on any of these, i “All I want in return is you. The real you.”

Deirdre felt her mind blowing apart by his confession. Emotions-not all of them in concordance with each other-swarmed into her from all directions. It was as if he had carved the entirety of his speech onto her neural network.

What did he say?

He said he hated it when she forced herself against her own will.

He said he would grant her freedom to leave once the kid was born.

He said he wanted the real her.

Deirdre was suddenly thrown off balance by her own emotions. Brendan was not mad because she was ingratiating with him. He was upset by the reason behind it-the fact that she was only doing it to secure his favors.

Deirdre snapped out of her trance, but reeling out of her disbelief was not easy. She looked down for a moment until finally, pressured by her confusion, asked, “Are you sure?” “Sure of what?” “Sure that there isn’t an angle here? Something you hope to gain from me, maybe? Brendan, you’re a businessman.” “And the father of my child… And someone… who loves you deeply.”

He took a long time just to finally say the last part aloud.

“It’s only natural that nothing is more important than how you feel to me. So, don’t ever do something so stupid and wrong ever again,” he said.

Deirdre sank into silence. Brendan was cuddling with her in a very intimate position, yet it felt like there was an unbridgeable chasm between them.

Or at least, that was what Deirdre used to think. It used to seem impossible to heal-until today when for the first time, she realized something had changed.

She should not allow her mind to be ruffled by this, and yet, as the man kissed her passionately, she found her conviction shaken.

The door was hardly closed. Mrs. Engel found herself a surprise witness to the embracing lovers when she pushed the door open, and the grin that instantly surfaced on her face said it all.

‘So, the two have made up.’ It was just as she expected. If Deirdre asked him to stop any fight, he would. Of course, he would because he could never bear to see her upset.

“Mr. Brighthall? Mrs. Brighthall? Dinner’s ready!” NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Her call snapped Deirdre out of her bewitchment, and the young woman frantically fumbled her way down his lap.

Brendan helped her, but before she left, he said suddenly, “Wait, Dee.

There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

Mrs. Engel set the food on the table and cocked her head in the direction of the study. It had been some time…

Finally, Deirdre appeared by the stairs with a perplexed, unsure look on her face.