Resent, Reject, Regret Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 227

Chapter 227 I Won’t Disappoint You Again

“No, I want something longer.” Brendan insisted with a frown, obviously not taking no for an answer. He
came up with a hasty excuse too. “She might catch a cold if it’s too short.”

Deirdre almost never stepped out of the house, but still… He was far from the only man at home. What
about Dr. Ginger? Sam? They were around her all the time. This dress would leave her legs exposed
and he really, really hated how that imagery made him feel.

Laia let out an awkward chuckle. “Oh, my bad for… neglecting that very important fact. How about this

one?”

“The neckline is too low.”

“This one?”

“Her back would be exposed.”

In the end, Deirdre felt her way to a white fur coat. Laia’s eyes twinkled, as she had just had a good
idea.” I’ve got this skin-tight black dress that is just perfect for her. She won’t feel cold, and it’s-”
“Conservative. It covers every inch of her so that there is nothing left to be seen!”

Laia stopped herself before she could say those words aloud. Instead, she changed the topic. “Uh-
hem, Miss McKinnon? Allow me to show you the dressing room. Give this a try, hon.”

“Thank you.”

Deirdre felt the fabric in her hand and knew it was something luxurious. Sure, she had been through
this while she had been Mrs. Brighthall, but the fact that she was allowed to have something so



luxurious still surprised her. She went inside the dressing room and began to put it on.

Unfortunately, the dress got stuck on her head. She could not tell if it was because she had forgotten to
remove one of the buttons or if she had gotten the direction wrong. Either way, it was starting to
become very embarrassing…

The tips of her ears burned. Quietly, she called out, “A-Anyone there?”

Brendan was standing right outside. “What?”

“Oh… Never mind.”

He frowned and yanked the curtain away.

He saw Deirdre’s dress stuck on her head-and the rest of her body completely naked. He could even
see signs of their passionate night before. His breathing hitched and became irregular.

Was being so easily seduced by Deirdre a good thing… or a bad thing?

“W-What happened?”

Deirdre was even more embarrassed. Could he not tell?!

“I’m stuck.”

“How the hell did you…? Fine. I’ll help.”

His “help” involved his hand slipping to half of her chest, him thinking to himself how skinny she was,
and then frowning at that troubling thought.

Deirdre’s skin was heating up. She began to struggle, but Brendan said, “Don’t rip it, Deirdre. This
dress costs $2.820”



2,820 dollars for a casual dress?!

Deirdre was shaking and trying hard not to shake at the same time. It did not stop her skin from boiling.
though. Brendan’s cold fingertip grazed across her back inch by inch until, finally, he planted his lips on
one of the marks he had left last night.

Deirdre shivered.

“I meant what I said back there, Deirdre,” he suddenly said under his breath. “You loved me, right?
Then love me again. I swear to God, I won’t disappoint you this time.”

His voice was so soft, so featherlight, that a breeze would have dispelled it and everyone else would be
none the wiser. Unfortunately, there was no wind in an enclosed dressing room. Everything could be
heard -even one’s breathing. And Brendan’s breathing was as searing as a brand inches away from
her skin.

It was as if that brand was going deep into her heart. Her mind went blank.

Then, she heard Laia ask if she was done Finally!

She struggled, and Brendan fought back his own disappointment and muttered, “Don’t move. Your
hair’s caught between the buttons.”

He painstakingly removed the dress from her head and helped her into it. He then hung the white fur
coat around her shoulders.

Laia watched Brendan and Deirdre exit the dressing room together and noticed the scarlet blush
burning on her cheeks. She immediately understood what had happened between them.



When she turned her attention back to Brendan, there was something new in her expression-
something akin to disbelief.

While the three of them were busy, two female figures approached the shop.

They were Charlene and Madame Brighthall.

“Get Laia to meet me” Charlene declared smugly “I’m gonna buy some dresses for future dinner
parties, and the only taste and class I trust is Madame Brighthall’s!”

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