Brendan was furious. “Is this how you acknowledge your mistake, Deirdre?”

Deirdre’s entire body was trembling from pain. She couldn't care less about her demeanor because she was in so much pain that she needed to rest before she spoke. She asked with her lips trembling, “What do you want from me then?”

Brendan’s gaze turned cold. He was about to speak when Charlene held his hand and said in a fake magnanimous voice, “Forget it, Brendan. We won’t make a fuss out of this situation anymore. Let her leave.”

Her voice softened as she said, “Will you stay with me today, Brendan? Don’t leave tonight. The bed is big enough for both of us.”

Her voice softened more toward the end of her sentence as if she was feeling shy. Deirdre felt her pain become dull for a moment when she heard the remark.

Brendan wanted to decline at first, yet he remembered something and glared at Deirdre’s face with his dark eyes.

He refused to believe that she would forget her deep love for him, which spanned o