In truth, she minded that very much, especially when she woke up that morning to the man’s hug and smelled his faint body scent. She could not help thinking about the time when they had been married.

She remembered the wonderful process infuriating her even more. She hated Brendan for always being in control and calling the shots, yet he had chosen to annoy her in this manner.

Brendan was actually not infuriated. He turned over and got out of bed. Just as Deirdre thought she could finally feel relieved, Brendan suddenly removed her blanket and began to undress her without any hesitation.

Deirdre was startled by the unexpected coldness on her body. She covered her chest with all her might and said, “What are you doing, Brendan!”

‘Why won’t he let me off when I’m already in this state? Does he want me to break my ribs again so he can be pleased?!’

“No! Don’t! Don’t molest me!” Deirdre’s face turned ghastly pale, and the huge movements put her in so much pain that she teared up.