Brendan looked at Deirdre sharply—his gaze felt like sharp blades that cut through her skin. After a short while, he said, “Not a chance, Deirdre. I’m the one who can end this relationship.”

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Deirdre’s wrist and threw her into the car, locking the door in the process.

Deirdre was shaking in fear as she struggled to open the door. Even though she could not see now, her nostrils were filled with Brendan’s body scent, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She could not open the door, so she curled up in a defensive position, staring fixedly at Brendan.

“What do you want from me, Brendan?” Her voice was shaking with fear despite her effort to force herself to calm down.

Brendan had the urge to grab her into his arms, but he knew he could not do that now.

He was Brendan, not Kyran. He had to make him look like an evil person. That was the only way to detach himself from the persona called Kyran. That way, he would not cause Deirdre to have any susp