Deirdre's chest burned with warmth from Brendan's caring behavior, strengthening her belief that he might regain his memory. Overwhelmed with emotions, she stood on tiptoes and gently wrapped her arms around his neck, planting a shy and sweet kiss on his lips.

Although Brendan's gaze grew colder, he didn't resist her kiss.

Not being experienced in kissing, Deirdre intended to take the lead after planting two soft kisses on his thin lips. However, she was taken aback when Brendan pinned her against the closet, catching her by surprise.

Brendan tucked the loose hair on her forehead behind her ear to look at her shy face closely. His chest was burning with desire, yet another type of coldness inhibited him.

"Who taught you to kiss like this?" he asked.

Deirdre was stunned. She then experienced Brendan's so-called kiss.

He wished that he could swallow her and take her apart. He kissed so ferociously as if he wanted to suck out all the air in her lungs until she clung to him weakly li