Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 214

Chapter 214 Why Has She Become So Sensible

It hurt. It hurt so bad that her entire body was shaking.

Deirdre held back the urge to cry instinctively. She had already learned that her tears were worthless when she was in jail.

“Are you alright?” All of a sudden, it stopped raining above her and a woman’s gentle voice was heard saying, “You’re all by yourself in the rain. What’s going on?”

Deirdre turned around, and the woman was stunned for a moment. “You can’t see, huh?”

Her eyes were unfocused and empty, which was an obvious sign of a blind person. The woman could not help heaving a sigh. Why would a blind person actually show up in the middle of the night?

“It’s almost winter, and the weather today is not so good. It’s very chilly. What brings you to the mountains?”

Before Deirdre could answer, someone called out to the woman and she answered the call. Then, she stuffed an umbrella into Deirdre’s hands.

“Forget it. I believe that you’re trying to leave the mountain, right? The platform is on the right, and the last bus will be arriving in half an hour. You’re on a mountain, so you’re going to have to walk faster. I’m attending the party, so I can’t keep you company anymore. Be careful.”

The woman bid Deirdre farewell and walked over to the tall, huge figure standing at the door quickly. Deirdre held the umbrella and felt the remaining warmth of the woman’s fingers on the handle.

Her

eyes were stinging with tears, and she found the woman’s voice familiar but she could not remember who it was.

The only thing she remembered from the conversation was that the woman had told her the platform was on her right.

She stretched out her hand and walked forward step by step.

She felt the ice-cold railing at last and followed the left side of the railing to get to the seats on the platform.

The woman had told her that the last bus would be arriving in half an hour to take her down the mountain. Deirdre raised her head toward the sky absentmindedly and listened to the pattering rain.

This was the best time for her to leave Brendan.

Brendan did not have influence over a place like Southyarn, so he would not be able to reach her through. his connections if she was willing to hide herself.

On the other hand, it had been half an hour since Brendan had left the party to sleep with that woman.

Her chest was boiling with anger, yet the image of Ophelia filled her mind wildly and made her calm down soon enough.

“If I leave… I won’t be seeing Ophelia for the rest of my life, right?”

As she was thinking to herself, lightning struck and thunder growled in the sky above her. The rain was becoming heavier.

In the banquet hall, Brendan listened to the commotion outside.

He could not calm himself as he listened to the loud thunder outside. He loosened his tie a few times

and placed down his glass. “I still have some urgent matters to attend to. I shall get a move on now. We’ll discuss this more during the inspection tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

Before those people could respond, he had already run out of the banquet hall and taken the elevator to the tenth floor.

He remembered that the woman had never been fond of thunder.

Her father had died during a thunderstorm one night unexpectedly. Her family had fallen apart afterward, and that was why she had always feared thunder.

She used to curl up at the door of the study piteously in the past on a stormy night. He figured that she would have trouble getting accustomed now that she was blind and in a new environment.

The elevator door opened, and Brendan walked to his room in a rush before he opened the door with the access card.

The very moment he stepped into the room, he smelled a sweet, feminine scent that belonged to a

woman.

The woman was lying on her side on the bed, revealing her beautifully contoured back. Brendan narrowed his eyes. He then unbuttoned his collar, feeling intoxicated.

“Why has Deirdre become so sensible? She’s actually capable of using this tactic to appease me…” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

When he thought that the woman on the bed was perhaps shy and had no clue what to do, his body burned with lust instantly.

“Who taught you to do this? Who gave you the clothes?” Brendan took a step forward and removed his tie. The woman turned her blushing face. “Mr. Brighthall…”