Chapter 564 Take a Shower
Brendan was possessed. His kisses were like a heated iron brand making its conquest
downward.
Deirdre knew she could not struggle her way out of it, so she… stopped.
She turned her head away from him as a tear escaped her eye and disappeared into the
sheet.
Disgust filled her eyes. “Be quick. Then, tomorrow morning, we’ll file for divorce straight
away. After that, don’t you ever show your disgusting face in front of me again.”
It was as though she had poured a bucket of freezing water all over him. Any heat he felt
was suddenly put out. He stopped, and the woman below him came into his focus.
They were so close right now-just skins apart.
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But the distance between them was so unscalable, there was nothing he could do to
even cross it. Her disgust and despair were so overwhelming that Brendan could not
even deceive himself into ignoring them.
‘Tell me, Deirdre McKinnon.” He could not resist resting his head between her breasts,
nor could he stop the mocking smile forming on his lips. “You’ll hate me till the end of
time if I do you tonight, won’t you?”
Deirdre’s eyes were as unresponsive as still water. A moment later, she answered, “I
don’t give a sh*t. I already hate everything about you. This? All this will add is my already
ceaseless disgust toward you.”
‘Just as I thought…’
A sense of self-deprecation shadowed his eyes. He pulled away and left.
Deirdre felt his weight disappearing from her. While she breathed a sigh of relief, she
could not help but also be shocked. She had really thought she was not getting out of
this tonight-she had known Brendan’s character from inside and out. He never gave up
on anything he set his sight on, and he certainly would not let pesky things like morality
get in his way. Using other people as a means to fulfill his desire was just another
Tuesday to him.
To him, she was not even human. She was just an object.
And yet, this time, he acquiesced?
“What the h*ll are you doing up there?” Brendan suddenly barked. “Get a shower.”
Deirdre raised her head and locked her gaze on him.
Brendan could see wariness in those eyes and felt the corner of his lips sink. “Please.
That was just a whim. I’m not interested in you for the rest of the night. So, are you going
to shower or sleep in your drenched, soggy getup? Doesn’t it feel sticky and weird?”
Deirdre frowned, but she managed to rationalize herself out of her confusion. ‘He is
probably acting this way because he lost his libido,’ she told herself.
Or maybe he still had some good in him after all. Either way, she was not going to be
moved to tears by a man’s bare minimum, especially not when she was still recovering
from the despair and helplessness he put her through.
She found the bathroom as per Brendan’s description, immediately locked the door, and
listened closely. When it was clear that the man would not do anything, she sighed in
relief and began scanning everything around her through her hands.
Her soggy clothes were drawing in her body heat. She dipped her toes in the bathtub as
soon as it was filled and went inside. The water’s warmth eased her tension, and she
closed her eyes.
It had been an absurd day. She was thankful that once today was over, they would never
see each other again.
She lost count of time. When she opened her eyes again, the water had cooled.
Climbing out of the bathtub, she wiped herself clean and put on a bathrobe.
The room at large was eerily quiet the whole time. Stepping out, she frowned. “Brendan?
Your turn.”
Nobody answered her. She stopped walking and listened intently. She could hear the
man’s faint breathing somewhere from the bed’s direction. Was he asleep?
She remembered he was soaking wet. If he slept in that state, he would get a fever. She
would not have cared if he fell ill at all if not for the possibility of him declining to finalize
their divorce over that.
She made her way to the bed and called out again, “Get up.”
The man gave no response. His breathing was erratic and sounded a little rushed.
Frowning, Deirdre tried again, “Brendan?”
She reached out in an attempt to shove him awake. Her fingers grazed his wet clothes,
and she shuddered.
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