Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers
Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Not to Get You Pregnant

The man was so strong that she was actually incapable of budging when his arms were wrapped around her slender waist.

Deirdre turned her head to the side and said, "Let go of me."

"Answer me first." Brendan's gaze was blazing hot. Their relationship had not progressed any further in the past few days no matter how intimate their interactions had been. 'Is her heart still invested in Sterling? Is she having such a hard time getting over him?'

Deirdre took a deep breath. She did not want to resist but she felt her body trying to escape instinctively and she had no control over it.

"I don't know."

"Let me guess." Brendan's gaze locked on Deirdre's face. "Is it because of Charlene or Sterling? Or is it because of the child?"

Deirdre's pupils constricted instinctively at the mention of the child, and Brendan frowned when he noticed that.

He was referring to the child in the car, but it was apparent that Deirdre had something else on her mind considering her reaction. It seemed that she was thinking about their child, the one that had ceased to

exist.

'Could something have happened in the meantime that I'm unaware of?'

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. He had a lingering feeling that he had yet to learn something, and it made him feel lost and uneasy. 1

He rested his chin on her hair. Brendan did not have the courage to ask Deirdre about her reason for not wanting the child. It was painful for both of them, and the situation would get out of hand if he brought up this topic of conversation.

"I... I should leave." Deirdre took a deep breath and moved away from Brendan's body before she walked outside along the wall.

Her body was drenched. She headed downstairs after she got changed and smelled the bitter, medicinal stench that filled the living room. Dr. Ginger smiled and told Deirdre, "Ms. McKinnon, you came just in time. I was about to head upstairs to remind you that it's time for your medication."

Deirdre cracked a smile with great effort, took the medication cup, and downed the liquid medication.

Dr. Ginger observed Deirdre's face and said in a gratified tone, "After consuming the medication on time in the past two days, your face is pinker and you look much healthier. I believe that if you keep it up for another month, you won't need me anymore."

Deirdre was stunned. Then, she said in a self-mocking tone, "I'll be able to have children after a month, is that right?"

She showed her aversion in such an obvious manner that Dr. Ginger was stunned. "That's not certain because Mr. Brighthall has only instructed me to treat you so you can regain your health. As for whether you can have children, that is a variable."

"Weren't you hired to treat my infertility?"

Dr. Ginger chuckled. "I was supposed to, but Mr. Brighthall came to me afterward to tell me that the medication was too bitter and you were so resistant to the treatment that it was unnecessary to continue the fertility treatment. Hence, I was instructed to help you get healthy. Haven't you noticed that the medication doesn't taste as bitter as it used to anymore, Ms. McKinnon?"

Indeed, she had been gagging so much that she had been unable to eat anymore after consuming the medication. Afterward, her body had gradually not been as sensitive. She had assumed that she was used to the medication yet she had not expected that the prescription would have changed.

"Ms. McKinnon, even though I don't know why you resist getting pregnant so much, I can tell that Mr. Brighthall didn't get you treated because he wanted you to get pregnant. He did it because he cares about your health. At the very least, he hasn't asked whether you can get pregnant again, but he keeps asking about your health."

Deirdre felt as if her mind was working slowly, and her limbs were numb as she got upstairs. She lay on the bed and thought about the past over and over again yet she could not figure out what Brendan's intention was.

By the time she was jolted back to reality, Brendan had already gotten out of the bathroom.

Deirdre shut her eyes in a haste. She could not figure out a way to confront Brendan, so she pretended to be asleep.

Brendan moved closer and sat next to her. He ran his fingers over her forehead to smoothen her frown, gazing at her with his blazing hot gaze.

"Are you asleep?"