No one knew how long it had passed. When everything ended, Brendan draped his clothes over Deirdre.

Deirdre curled herself up silently like a frozen shrimp, trying her very best to keep herself as far away as possible from Brendan.

Brendan lit a cigarette, but he snubbed it out the next second. “I told you. You’re going to regret it.”

Deirdre remained silent, her body shaking.

Brendan heaved out a sigh and opened the door. “I need to go do something.”

He got out of the car and turned around. Deirdre still remained motionless. After he closed the door, she bit her lips tightly, and tears streamed down her face.

Deirdre had done something terribly wrong. She felt she was the most loathful person in the world. When she thought of Kyran, she felt so much pain that it felt like someone was pulling her heart out of her chest.

However, she could not blame anyone, not even Brendan, for what had happened. After all, she was the one who had asked for it.

Her head was swimming. While wip