‘I a-actually did this to Deirdre… I completely disregarded her personal will…’

Recalling Deirdre’s resistance, the anger and hatred in her eyes, Brendan hugged his head tightly, finding it hard to breathe.

What had happened to him? Why would he do such a thing?

All the color in his face was drained, and he rushed out of the room as if he was escaping.

Deirdre came back to her senses, feeling a dull pain in her abdomen. She calmly took a shower, rubbing her face for a long time, as if trying to wipe away the dampness in the corners of her eyes as well.

Sterling arrived early in the morning as scheduled, even earlier than before.

When Deirdre came downstairs, he seemed somewhat eager to stand up. “Deirdre.”

There were obvious dark bags under his eyes because he had been suffering from insomnia.

His mind was filled with images of Brendan losing control and taking Deirdre away. He had thought he had become stronger, but he had only been able to watch as it had occurred.

All this