Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 652

Chapter 652 I Really Care About You

Fortunately Deirdre didn’t have to go in.

After unfastening the safety belt, Sam asked, “Mr. BrighthalI, may I know where the documents are?”

‘I get them,” said Brendan.

‘I will go. It’s cold out there. Moreover, I’ll be faster.” Sam tried to stop Brendan.

After a sudden pause, Brendan said, ‘The marriage certificate is under the pillow in the bedroom.”

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Deirdre fell into a daze and quickly recovered her senses, but she kept feeling numb in her chest.

To think that Brendan actually kept the marriage certificate under the pillow.

Why?

Deirdre was very confused.

When they registered, Deirdre carefully wrapped her marriage certificate with a cloth while Brendan simply threw his on the coffee table in the dining room and sneered so much that he didn’t even feel like taking a second look.

He had been tolerating the marriage from the start. The marriage certificate was just a tool to divorce one day, so it stood to reason that Brendan should have put it away in an inconspicuous area.

Sam didn’t look surprised by the answer at all. He went toward the mansion after closing the car’s door.

Deirdre breathed heavily. Brendan said coldly from behind when she wanted to say something, “Don’t misunderstand me.”

His tone was indifferent. “I didn’t mean anything to put the marriage certificate under the pillow. It was just in preparation for divorcing you. I rummaged it out of the drawer and put it under the pillow when I returned here last time so that it would be easier for me to retrieve it later on.”

Deirdre managed to calm down quickly upon hearing the answer because it was logical enough.

‘Yes.” She nodded.

Brendan didn’t speak anymore. Instead, he wound down the window, took a cigarette out of the packet, and lit it up.

There was no smell of smoke in the car, but Deirdre still heard the sound of the lighter. She had a quick frown and advised, “Aren’t you coughing? If you are, it’s better that you don’t smoke.”

Brendan was taking the cigarette butt to his mouth. When he heard Deirdre, he halted for a moment before he continued his action to sandwich the cigarette butt between his lips.

Following that, he replied coldly, “Aren’t you disregarding my life? As long as my illness is not serious enough to affect the divorce, you won’t care, will you? Don’t worry. I won’t die yet.”

Brendan sounded like he was choked up with emotions. This made Deirdre’s face turn rather white, but she insisted, “Of course, I know that you won’t die yet. But because you are ill, it’s better that you don’t smoke.”

“Caring about me?” retorted Brendan.

After a long pause, he jeered. “Deirdre, I know exactly what you are thinking. So, don’t show concern for me hypocritically. If you really cared about me, would you leave without looking back when I was seriously ill? Would you not even visit me in the hospital?”

Deirdre breathing became disorderly.

Brendan stubbed out the cigarette and said, “Forget it. I can understand that you are ignoring me because you hate me. Provided you don’t act hypocritically again, it has nothing to do with you, even if I die.”

Deirdre’s brows trembled before she opened her eyes and said, “I didn’t.”

Brendan took a glance at Deirdre. “Didn’t what?”

“I didn’t act hypocritically. I truly care about you!”

Brendan fell into a short daze before he realized what Deirdre meant.” Deirdre, are you afraid that I’ll regret it? Even if you are, you shouldn’t use this method. I’ll divorce you anyway.”

“No.” Deirdre smiled wryly. “How would you regret it when you have been waiting to divorce me for as long as six years?”