Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Our Relationship Will Be Official After Today

Brendan narrowed his eyes as his gaze swept past the woman near the couch.

He had never noticed it when she was in his arms, but now, it became impossible to miss-she was almost emaciated after a week. He could see her collarbones heaving in and out just from her effort to breathe.

It pissed him off for some reason.

“Ignore her. For all intents and purposes, she’s invisible,” he scoffed with characteristic callousness and disdain without reservation. He leaned close to Charlene, his lips inches away from her ears, and added, ” Come to my room. Our relationship will be official after tonight…”

He did not say it aloud, but it was enough to let everyone in the living room hear it. Deirdre felt a sting in her chest, but it was nothing compared to the biting frost in her heart.

She was hardly surprised, though. In fact, she wanted to laugh. Just a few days ago, Brendan had demanded that she bear him a child-and now, after the revelation of her infertility, she had lost her purpose and function in his eyes immediately. Naturally, he had tossed her aside the way a man disposed of unwanted stuff. He had brought Charlene home with him so that they could spend the night together.

So he could make their relationship official.

He must have waited for this moment for so, so long.

Deirdre pressed her tongue against her teeth, her words seemingly stifled, as she cast her eyes down to the floor. Charlene, however, had more false modesty to spare. “B-Bren! I believe you, but can you, you know… at least not talk about this when Miss McKinnon is still here? She’s still your legal wife, you know…”

“Not anymore!” Brendan snapped impatiently, as if any mention of her was a crime against his mood. Deirdre had so much emotional sway over him that it infuriated him. It had been a grueling week, and he’d had to rely on his workaholic attitude to suppress his desire to see her in the hospital and ignore his stubborn heartache.

He could not understand why this was happening to him. Why was this woman-whose heart was uglier than she could ever look-dominating his every thought?

Was it because she was the first woman to have sex with him? The first to become his “wife”? Was this all just confusing, messy sentiments his mind created simply because she had been the first to be

intimate with him?

If yes, then Charlene could do the same. In fact, Charlene could do it better. They were at least genuinely in love, after all.

“Should we go upstairs? Unless… Unless you’re not feeling it. We could do it next time.”

“No! I mean, nothing’s changed about the way I feel!” Charlene’s reply interrupted the tail end of hist suggestion. If she let this go, he might regret saying yes to her advances later! She had only gotten the chance to cuddle with him because Brendan was so drunk, God, she wanted to consummate their relationship so much, but Brendan… She could not tell if he would even agree.

Tonight was the first time he had finally agreed. It was also the first time he was this eager! If she let this chance slip and he walked back on his promise once sobriety kicked in, then Charlene would lose it all again!

She shot a gloating smirk at the pale woman standing next to the couch. “Let’s go, Bren. I’m sure she could turn a deaf ear to our activity if we try to be quiet about it.”

Brendan hummed. They started moving toward the stairs, but as he was about to climb the first step, he felt a force tugging on his arm. He turned and saw Deirdre.

A strange feeling took shape in his mind. Was this a jealous expression? Was she upset that he was about to be with another woman? Did this mean she still… cared?

But if she cared about their union, then why had she removed their child? It had been more than a possible life to Brendan-it had been their seed. She had hated the product of their union so much that she had even sacrificed her future chance to be a mother to abort their kid!

“Piss off!” he snapped. His previous thoughts had clouded the initial sentiment he had felt. His eyes turned cold, and his voice was as bitter as frost in the worst of winters.

The disgust and disdain in his voice were so pure and striking that Deirdre felt a little suffocated. Nonetheless, she knew better than to let go. Once these two went to their room and screwed each other, the truth behind Bliss’s death, as well as the undue accusations and slander she had endured, would no longer mean anything to this stupid bastard.

“B-Brendan, stop.” Her lips were trembling slightly. She had to muster all her strength just to maintain the composure in her voice. She raised her head to meet his gaze. “I’m not trying to stop you or anything. I’m just asking for a few minutes. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Not interested.” Brendan slapped her hand away frigidly. He would not even spare her one more look. Read the room, McKinnon. I’m not gonna give you another chance to fix everything.”