Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 108

Chapter 108 A Psychopath

“Oh, you’re really thoughtful, Mr. Brighthall. This woman is indeed too skinny to look at. It’s better to look for other fun than to disgust all of us here.”

“You’re right. Such a skinny woman won’t look beautiful when dancing.”

The group repeated in agreement. It was only Sofia who furtively clenched her fist.

‘How did Mr. Brighthall know when he said this woman was too skinny to look at? Can it be that he has seen this woman naked? Didn’t he feel disgusted?’

The alcohol kicked in, and Deirdre began feeling hot and cold. Brendan dragged her forcefully to sit on the sofa.

Deirdre was drunk and devoid of energy. She could only rely on Brendan for support. But when she sobered up, she would strive to hold herself up, unwilling to even

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Brendan was infuriated when he became aware of it. He harshly grabbed Deirdre by her jaw as he barked, “Deirdre, are you a psychopath who doesn’t even know how to be thankful? Why didn’t you appreciate my kindness in saving your life at all?”

‘Appreciate?’ Deirdre felt it was such a ridiculous remark even though she was feeling dizzy.

Brendan was the main cause that Deirdre was finger pointed and was forced to that stage to do a striptease dance! Did she have to be grateful just because Brendan was not interested and dragged her off the stage?

Could a thief not be a thief if they were to return a small part of what they stole because of a momentary soft-heartedness?

It was just that Deirdre was so dizzy that she didn’t have time to reply. She just felt nauseated and vomited on Brendan.

Screams were heard from the surroundings. Brendan was covered with the stench of puke, which turned his face pale.

The man beside Brendan was frightened. He knew how Brendan was notoriously squeamish with cleanliness. No one could handle it If Brendan was to fly into a rage.

“Mr. Brighthall, shall I get someone to tidy you up and change your clothes?” the man suggested.

Sofia instantly rose to her feet and offered, “Mr. Brighthall, let me help you.”

Sofia looked at Deirdre, who was lying on the sofa, with disgust. “Such a disgusting woman. How could she puke on you? Let me help you to tidy yourself up.”

Just as Sofia came toward Brendan, the latter shook her off even before she could touch him. “Get out of my way!”

Brendan would feel disgusted being touched by any woman, let alone a woman with a chaotic private life.

Brendan pushed Deirdre away. Frowning, he cleaned himself up with paper towels. When he was done, he held Deidre in his embrace again.

“I’ll take her inside to tidy up. You guys can just go on.”

Everyone around was stunned, looking at the unbelievable scene.

They knew how squeamish Brendan was with cleanliness. Brendan would rub his hand until it turned red whenever someone, especially a woman, touched it.

To their surprise, Brendan hugged Deirdre, covered with filth, in his arms. He even took the initiative to tidy her up regardless of the stench and the possibility of getting dirty again.

This was simply shocking!

It was explicable if Deirdre was a peerless beauty. However, Deirdre was a woman with an ugly, disfigured face. Such an ugly woman was usually detestable even by any passerby on the street.

Sofia’s eyes reddened. She had attempted to seduce Brendan numerous times but to no avail. Looking at how Brendan treated Deirdre, she couldn’t believe that she had lost to the ugly monster!

Even under such an embarrassing situation, someone kicked the embarrassment by saying, “Mr. Brighthall simply wants to clean up his mess, not because of the special relationship between the two. After all, no one wants to touch such an ugly and stinky woman, would you?

“Moreover, all of you should have known the lady Mr. Brighthall is fond of. She is totally different from this ugly monster here. How can Brendan like this one here? So, please don’t misunderstand. Let’s continue enjoying our food and drinks!”