Chapter 552 You Donât Deserve to Compare Yourself to Him âThat is none of your business!â
âHow is that none of my business when Iâm your husband?â Brendan said in a bitter tone, âI think heâs just a coward who ran away in fear of trouble!â
âYou have no right to criticize him, Brendan!â It was Deirdreâs first time losing her temper. She exhausted every means to defend her lover. âHe is a thousand times better than you! Forget it.â
Deirdre suppressed her shakiness and found the situation amusing for no apparent reason. âWhatâs the point of me taking what someone like you said so seriously? Youâve always lived in your own world!
When have you ever cared about othersâ feelings? You will never feel that you are at fault!â
Brendan stared straight at the womanâs face and felt a wave of pain wash over his chest. The pain was so overwhelming that he bent over and buried his head in the nook of her neck. He said in a hoarse voice,â What if I⦠know that Iâm at fault?â
Brendan spoke in a soft voice as if he was consumed by his ego or was not planning on letting her hear him.
Yet, those words slammed into Deirdreâs ears inevitably in view of how close they were to each other.
She was stunned, and her chest was burning. Soon afterward, she furrowed her eyebrows tightly.
âWhat?â She assumed that she had misheard because Brendan would never possibly acknowledge his mistake. She sought to prove that she had misheard. âWhat did you say again?â
Brendan was jolted back to reality instantly. The sorrow in his dark eyes faded, and he cooled down slowly.
âNothing.â He said nonchalantly, âI find you ridiculous. Why do you always assume that someone else is at fault? Deirdre, if Iâm at fault, Iâm at fault for not fulfilling my promise to protect your mother, and thatâs all.â
âThatâs all?â
Deirdre shut her eyes shakily, and her heart sank. She thought about how she had lost her mind for thinking that Brendan would show his fragility a moment ago and that he had begun to realize his mistakes.
âHow can a self-righteous person like him possibly recognize that he is at fault? Iâm the only person who is at fault. I was foolish for choosing him in the past and getting myself reduced to this state!â
âGo awayâ¦â Her voice was hoarse.
Deirdre held back and suppressed her emotions with great effort, yet she could not refrain from being physically disgusted by Brendan. She propped her hands on the manâs chest and shoved him away with all her might. âGet off me!â
However, their bodies were closely stuck together and almost only separated by the thin fabric of their clothes. They could even feel each otherâs blazing body temperature. Her face turned paler when she felt the heaviness of the manâs body on her, and she struggled with all her might.
The ferocious struggle loosened Deirdreâs collar and completely revealed her supple, fair bosom to Brendanâs eyes. Now, coupled with the womanâs scent, his throat was burning with sexual desire.
Brendan had never been a man of honor. He could only uphold Kyranâs reserved mannerisms by exercising restraint. However, exercising restraint drove him insane, just like a tightened string that could break at any moment.
He indulged in holding the womanâs shaky body and constantly kissing her body parts with Brendanâs identity. He wished that he could control everything.
Brendan only got clear-headed after a slap landed on his face.
Deirdreâs face was drenched in tears, her eyes filled with anger and hatred. âGet out of here!â
Brendanâs teeth slammed into his lower lip from the slap. The taste of blood spread in his mouth, and he swallowed a gulp of bloody saliva before saying, âAre you resisting me so strongly because you want to keep your chastity for that man? Is he so good and deserving of your behavior?â
âHe doesnât force me to do anything I donât want to, at the very least!â Deirdre pulled the blanket tightly around her, her eyes filled with vigilance. âYou donât deserve to compare yourself to him.â