Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 60

Chapter 60 We Have Yet to Get a Divorce

Loathing his disgraceful behavior, he said, “The reason why I prioritize this matter is because I don’t want to owe Deirdre anything. She was forced by me to become the scapegoat and lost her sight in jail. If she were to be rendered mute, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life.”

“Really?” Charlene stopped crying in the meantime. “When are you going to marry me then? I understand that you couldn’t throw a grand wedding because of the motor vehicle accident before, but it has already been two years. Most people have already forgotten about the accident, so now is the best time for us to get married.”

‘Marry you?’

Brendan’s mind went blank, as he had never thought about this.

“You’ll have to wait a little longer.”

“Wait?” Charlene’s face turned ghastly pale, her hand clutching the wheelchair’s arm. “Why should I wait? Bren, have you fallen in love with Deirdre?”

“No!” Brendan immediately denied it. It sounded like a joke to him. “Deirdre and I have yet to get a divorce.”

“What?”

Charlene had never thought about this before.

Brendan had refused to marry her before this but had treated her well in every way. She had not pushed for the marriage due to the accident previously, yet she had not expected that Brendan and Deirdre would still be legally bound by marriage.

Brendan explained, “She signed the divorce papers, but we have yet to go through the process together. She went to jail afterward. and the paparazzi were watching us closely, so I haven’t managed to do it all this time.”

“So that’s it.” Charlene felt very displeased and hastily asked, “When are you getting a divorce then?”

“I’ll take her to go through the process as soon as she is discharged from the hospital.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Charlene was only pacified by this answer.

The fact that they’d be getting a divorce immediately after Deirdre’s discharge from the hospital was a clear sign that Brendan prioritized her and that he would not delay the divorce for a moment longer.

She nodded sweetly and stayed for a short chat before she left, while Brendan. stayed back in the office until midnight.

Sam was yawning at the door when he arrived at the hospital. Sam stood upright at the sight of Brendan in a haste. “Mr. Brighthall.”

“How is she?”

Sam could not hide his shock. It was already midnight, so he had assumed that Brendan was home resting. However, here was Brendan at the hospital now, and all he cared about was Deirdre’s condition.

“The doctor examined her. She’s doing alright, but her throat is swollen. She has been on an intravenous drip the whole night, so she is already asleep by now.”

‘If she can sleep, it means that she is not in unbearable pain.’ Brendan acknowledged Sam’s reply and told him, “Leave this to me. You should go get some rest.”

Upon saying that, he opened the door and headed into the room. His movements were extremely gentle during the process, and he could see that Deirdre was sleeping thanks to the moonlight, but the corners of her eyes were stained with tears. He wondered what she was dreaming about.

The bed was huge, so Brendan removed his jacket and got into bed, wrapping his arms around Deirdre cautiously. She was emaciated and tiny, and Brendan fell asleep soundly while sniffing her scent.

He was awakened by someone’s movements the next morning.

He found Deirdre attempting to remove herself from his cradle as soon as he opened his eyes. Her face was pale from the pain of moving herself, and she almost fell off the bed.

Brendan was infuriated. He pinned her down against the bed and kissed her ferociously.

Deirdre could not avoid him anymore and was forced to endure it, but she continued to struggle throughout the whole process.

When it ended, Brendan said ferociously, “Trying to run again? Your ribs just healed, and yet you’re already so restless in less than a month? Or are you doing this because you think that you can run away to a place where you can’t be found?”

Deirdre’s lips were red from his bites. Upon hearing his remark, she said with a shrug, “Do you have nowhere else to sleep? Why did you have to squeeze your way into my bed? I haven’t showered in days. Don’t you find that disgusting?”