Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 70

Chapter 70 I’ll Provide for You for the Rest of Your Life

It was a long, lustful night.

Deirdre opened her eyes after batting her eyelashes and sensed the man’s even breathing next to her. She got out of bed cautiously and opened the pill bottle that she had prepared in advance. She hid a pill in her palm and headed to the bathroom.

Brendan had his eyes open and watched her throughout the entire process.

It was all too obvious that she did not wish to get pregnant with his child.

It was so obvious that she could not hide it. Even though her weak body might not. necessarily be able to withstand the contraception’s side effects, she consumed the pill over and over again.

Compared to her actions two years ago, when she would rather have gotten rid of the pill in secret just to get pregnant, her extremely appropriate actions now made. Brendan wonder if Deirdre would be delighted to get pregnant with Sterling’s child.

At that thought, Brendan felt a knot in the pit of his stomach.

Deirdre swallowed the pill without any water and took a shower before she headed

out.

Just as she was preparing to return to bed, she discovered that the man sleeping on the right side of the bed was already gone.

Deirdre opened the door in confusion and heard the sound of clinking glass coming from downstairs. She walked downstairs in her bedroom slippers and smelled the alcoholic stench that filled the air. He

was drinking.

“Aren’t you going to rest?” Deirdre had no clue what to do. She knew that Brendan would only drink when he was in a bad mood, unless a social situation called for it.

He had done it once during those two years, and it was because Charlene’s health had suddenly been in a critical situation.

‘What is the reason today?’

“Come and sit here.” He ordered her in a cold, distant voice.

When Deirdre walked forward, Brendan grabbed her arm and pulled her to sit on his thigh.

She accepted everything, including the sitting posture and the man’s alcoholic

breath.

It was intimate.

Deirdre shifted her body out of discomfort, yet Brendan held her even tighter. “Sit properly.”

She did not have the courage to budge anymore, yet she could not help asking, “Are you in a bad mood?”

Brendan did not answer. Instead, he asked, “Would you like a drink?”

He sounded like he was drunk, and Deirdre had no idea how to answer. She clenched. her fists and did not utter a word. Brendan did not seem to mind either and finished his final drink, hugging her tighter while he leaned his head on her chest.

“Why are you so skinny? Why won’t you eat more?”

He could not help furrowing his eyebrows when he touched her body and felt that she was all bones.

Deirdre’s gaze was lowered, her body rigid. She answered after a long time, “I don’t have an appetite.”

“Why don’t you have an appetite?”

Deirdre listened and found it amusing.

‘Why? Because I’m trapped in a prison that’s suffocating me, of course. I’m doing. nothing every day, so how could I have the appetite to eat?’

However, she answered in the end, “It’s because I don’t feel like eating.”

Brendan sneered. “You feel like eating when Sterling is here, right?” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Deirdre pursed her lips at the mention of Sterling’s name but did not answer.

Brendan shut his eyes, his expression fatigued. He leaned on her for a moment before he said in a deep voice, “Don’t meet Ophelia, Deirdre. I’ll provide for you for the rest of your life if you stay with me. As for Ophelia, just think of her as someone from your past. I’m the only family you need.”

Deirdre’s entire body stiffened, as she had been caught off guard by his remark. She looked at Brendan incredulously, and Brendan noticed as well. His gaze swept past her shocked face, and his dark eyes dimmed. “Why? Are you unwilling?”

“It’s not that I’m unwilling. You don’t understand, Brendan. My mother is the reason I’m alive.” Deirdre controlled her breathing and attempted to keep calm with all her might. “The reason I promised Charlene to be her scapegoat was so I could provide a

good life for my mother, Brendan. She endured too many hardships to raise me, so I won’t allow myself to abandon her. As for your remark about your willingness to provide for me for the rest of my life…”

Deirdre found it amusing as she repeated it.

“Are you trying to deceive me, or are you deceiving yourself? Even if I were to accept your offer, would Charlene accept it?”