Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 703

Chapter 703 What If I Am Kyranl?

Deirdre's rage dissipated in all of her weariness. He was right-she knew what she was getting when she chose to do this.

Brendan stared down at her from his nose, his gaze unreadable. "So, why are you here, exactly?"

Deirdre closed her eyes. "I want you to let Kyran live in peace."

"What!?"

She opened her eyes and swallowed the bitter lump forming in her throat. Her pretty, clear eyes were begging him. "Please,Brendan, if you’re pissed about something, just vent it on me. Don’t drag Kyran into it, please! He doesn’t know. He doesn’tdeserve it." NôvelDrama.Org content.

The absurdity of this revelation crashed onto him. He gripped her chin tightly and pulled her closer in. "I wish I could crack your skull open just to see whatever the hell is eating your brain. You're accusing me of venting my steam on Kyran somehow!?"

“Am I wrong?” A look of confusion swept across her face momentarily before certainty replaced it. Kyran had not been acting like himself lately, and that woman had something to do with it. The only person she knew who was capable of putting those elements together was Brendan-she could not come up with any other reason.

She lowered her eyelids. "It was my fault for trying to bring Charlene to justice, okay? If you want to punish me over it, then do so. I don’t mind. I could even visit and apologize to her as long as you promise to stop harming Kyran, okay?"

Brendan's expression darkened. "You'll bend your knees and apologize to someone who'd happily destroy your life... for Kyran's sake?"

Deirdre gave a weak, self-deprecating smile. "Yes."

It was not like she had not done something like that in her life before. She had cast away her dignity for Brendan for so long. In comparison, she would be happy if all of this came in exchange for Kyran's freedom.

A strong wave of emotions flashed in Brendan's eyes. "You-"

He swallowed his real response after a quick look flitted through his face. A sneer displaced his prior expression. "I'll admit to actually being excited for that, but unfortunately..."

Deirdre's eyes widened. "Unfortunately... what!?"

He released her. "I didn't do anything against Kyran."

"Impossible!" Deirdre breathed hard. "He's not himself lately. He comes home late, leaves too early, and always looks fatigued!

He's forced to entangle himself with a woman he clearly loathes and has to do it behind my back. Who else would have the power to force anyone into a position like that other than you!?"

"Here's the question: how are you so sure Kyran was forced to do anything with anyone?" Brendan retorted sharply, his eyes unwaveringly trained on her. "Maybe he found someone better. Maybe he enjoys a new p*ssy. That would explain why he's so tired every day. Screwing two women at the same time will do that to a man. What's so impossible about any of this?"

“Because he's not you!"

Deirdre curled her fingers into tight fists. She lowered her head and repeated, “He's not you."

Brendan suddenly gripped her arms and thundered, "What if he were me, huh? What if I am Kyran!?"

His strength, combined with how abrupt his manner was, startled Deirdre. She tried to wriggle herself out as hard as she could.

"Let me go! Brendan! Let me g- Mmmf!"

He suddenly lowered his head and forced his lips against hers, snuffing out any and every possible retaliation coming out of her.

His kiss was so fierce that it left no room to misinterpret his possessiveness. He intended to crush all objections.

His fingers dug into Deirdre's arms like lobster claws as he pressed on with his kiss.

Deirdre shifted from surprise to panic. She summoned her strength in an attempt to shove Brendan away and run, but that kiss sapped her strength away. It was as though the bones in her legs had fallen apart. She could hardly move when she fell onto the floor.