Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 256

Chapter 256 Payback

The manager was finally pleased. “I’m very impressed with your work, McKinnon. I hope that goodwill stays.” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Dispirited, Deirdre walked out of the manager’s office and stepped into the back of the restaurant. The cleaner had been waiting, so she rose from a crouch and approached Deirdre. “What’s wrong with you, Deirdre? Trevor told me he chose you, but you spurned him in return? Please, you’re not some run-of- the-mill young woman. Don’t you know that beggars can’t be choosers? Seriously, are you really planning to be a spinster for the rest of your life?”

Her acrimonious tone somehow paled compared to the vitriol of her word choice. Irritated, Deirdre frowned. “Look. Just because I agreed to meet him, it doesn’t mean I’ll agree to be with him, okay?”

“I’m only doing what’s best for you! Do you really think another man would even like you as much as Trevor does? God! He’s used to caring for other people. That’s why he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you’re an ugly blind woman! Lord, he’s literally a nice guy! Bless your heart, hon. You’re the entitled type who doesn’t know when to count her blessings!”

Sure. Maybe Deirdre was entitled, as she was finally too fed up to humor the older woman. She raised her head in the cleaner’s direction and replied placidly, “Mr. Carlson may be a nice guy, but it doesn’t change the fact that I feel nothing for him. You can’t force something to happen. If no one is interested in me, whatever. There is literally nothing to be resentful about. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you should mind your own business from now on, ma’am.”

After saying that, she felt her way across the wall to the break room.

The cleaning lady had good eyes, apparently, because she immediately noticed the hickey on Deirdre’s neck even though her hair was draped over it. Enraged, the woman yelled sharply, “Oh, so that’s why! I

thought you were one of those girls who cared about things like morality and dignity, but it turns out you’re one of those disgusting, shameless sluts who sleep around! No wonder you think a nice guy like Trevor is below you!”

Suddenly, Deirdre clenched her fists and shot an unflinching glare at the cleaner.

The older wornan froze. Deirdre’s hostility had come só out of left field that she backtracked a little.

She belatedly realized after a second that Deirdre was just a hapless, blind woman

who could not possibly hurt her. Emboldened, the cleaner ranted sourly. “How do you expect a man to want you as his wife or girlfriend when this is the kind of life your lead, huh? You’re just a call girl to them at best! At this rate, no one will ever treat you seriously. You’ll never be in a serious relationship!”

“What is this hoo-ha?!”

The manager finally marched out of his office. Knowing this was her chance, the cleaner left in an ugly mood.

Deirdre shook her head and started toward the breakroom, though her rest was easily hampered by the front-desk girl a few minutes later. “Uh, Deirdre? What’s going on between you and the cleaning lady? She kept telling everyone you’re… Uh, let’s just say she called you a prostitute.”

Deirdre was so irate that her chest hurt. “How could she?!”

“I know, right? I told her to stop saying that sh*t around and warned her about how little our manager tolerates bad blood between colleagues. Still, you should be careful-I think she’s planning revenge.”

“Huh. Thanks, anyway.”

The front-desk girl patted Deirdre’s back encouragingly and left.

Deirdre checked her mood and made her way to the grand entrance. As she ambled along an oft- traveled route, she felt her foot slipping in a puddle. Gravity grabbed hold of her, and she felt the world ramming against her back. Her arm struck the solid ground hard, elbow-first, and a jolt of pain seized her so hard that she burst into tears. She curled into herself in a fetal position, trembling.

“Oh my God! Are you alright, Deirdre?!”

Someone rushed forward and tried to help her up. Their hand accidentally brushed against Deirdre’s elbow, and the poor young woman yelped reflexively.

Alarmed, they rolled up Deirdre’s sleeve and drew a sharp breath. “God, we need to take you to a doctor right away! It’s swelling!”

Deirdre pulled her sleeve back down. Her eyes downcast, she murmured, “It’s fine. It’s time for me to work, so I have to get to the piano.”

“P-Pia-no, you’re not getting to no freakin’ piano!” They protested frantically. “And who the hell did this? A puddle of soap water over smooth tiles? It’s like building a goddamn ice-skating rink! How could anyone not slip?”

Deirdre slipped into a daze. A possible suspect materialized in her mind. Soap water? She had always been careful, so this was no accident.