"Sorry. I wanted to send you home, but the mansion is so far away from Delicioso, and it was really late at night. As such, I thought of letting you rest in a hotel instead.""It's alright. It's not all your fault."Brendan immediately called Sam, who answered him at the first second. "Finally! You're finally on your phone!" he cried out frantically. "I saw what happened on the Internet," said Brendan. "Come to the hotel and settle the surveillance camera footage. PR work is in need."Sam gave a hum of affirmation before adding, "Oh, and sir? Miss McKinnon called in the wee hours. The scandal happened so quickly and got viral so soon that I've been busy coordinating censoring work and getting a sense of what happened, so I haven't told her anything yet. You should get back to the mansion and… Well, you have to explain it to her."Brendan's heart stopped for a second. He hung up the call and immediately raced to the elevator, leaving his suit behind in his room. "Wait, Mr. Brigh
Deirdre raised her head and looked at him apathetically as though Brendan was just some random guy on the street. She would not even spare him anything more than that."Let me go to sleep, Brendan. I'm tired.""Dee…" Brendan took a deep breath. "Please let me in. Just sleep, okay? In the meantime, I'll explain everything to you."Deirdre turned away from him and pulled the door a little more ajar. Brendan's eyes brightened up before Deirdre declared, "I'm going to count to three before I slam the door shut, so take your hand away. If the door catches your hand in between, though, it's not my fault."As it turned out, she had only opened the door a little wider so he could withdraw his hand. "Three."Two."One."Deirdre did exactly as she said she would—she swung the door back to its frame. But the door stopped shy from being shut completely. Something was blocking it—and then she heard a soft gasp escaping him.Deirdre froze. Did he just… let his hand stay there? Was he cra
"I was completely unconscious from the beginning, and I only woke up about half an hour ago. And only then I realized I have gone viral." He continued. "Miss Collins and I had never been alone in the same room before. Do you really think her assistant would be there to watch us doing it together?"He sounded grim, his words weighed by the gravity of his sincerity. It even stunned Deirdre. Brendan took a step back from her and turned around. Before he left, he added, "I'll settle this thing to the best of my abilities, so don't… cast me away just yet."He left as hurriedly as he came. Only his words remained, echoing in Deirdre's brain over and over. 'I'll settle this thing to the best of my abilities, so don't… cast me away just yet.'Somehow, she sensed an undercurrent of forlornness in his voice. She breathed hard. It felt like her chest was stuffed with cotton. Brendan drove to the nearest store. Emily was already there, talking with Sam, though she quickly greeted him the
Ophelia put on a cardigan and a coat before leaving the villa to get some baking ingredients.Seizing this chance, Mrs. Engel stepped forward, ready to offer consolation to Deirdre, when the latter suddenly said, "Sorry to trouble you, but can you wait for my mom's return in the living room? I'm a little sleepy since I didn't get any rest yesterday and slept only half an hour this morning. I'll go for a nap."Deirdre looked so worn out that the light in her eyes seemed to have dimmed. Feeling a pang in her chest, Mrs. Engel immediately replied, "Of course! Please, go for it."Deirdre rose and walked up the stairs. Mrs. Engel balked for a second and added, "If… If I receive any news from Mr. Brighthall, I'll inform you straight away, okay?"Deirdre paused in her tracks a little, but she ultimately said nothing before continuing her journey into her room. She closed her door.It had been half a day. There had been no news from him, so… there would not be any news of him anymore, s
Deirdre walked toward Mrs. Engel and took the phone. Placing it close to her ears revealed that it was a rather noisy place wherever Brendan was. "What is it?""Dee." He took a deep breath. "Please switch on the TV. I want you to listen to what's being said there. I made do with what I've promised."Someone called him and told him he had been stalling enough time. Something about "our time is running out." It forced him to shorten whatever he had planned to say and ended it with a simple, "Watch closely, Dee."The call ended. Mrs. Engel asked instantly, "So, what did he say, Mrs. Brighthall?"Deirdre was stunned. She had no idea what he could have meant. Why had he asked her to switch on the TV? Was something about to happen?"Nothing," she answered flatly. She retook her seat and told herself to calm down. In the end, though, she rose and said, "Please turn on the TV, Mrs. Engel."The older woman was baffled but did as she was told posthaste. The screen lit up. Mrs. Engel lo
"There's no way she and I could ever be more than friends. Any feelings above a friend's camaraderie are impossible both now and in the future. That is why I want all of you to stop making things up between us."She is currently single and would not like accusatory and untrue comments to assassinate her character like that. This misinformation would also stop anyone who likes her from going for her, and we don't want to impede someone's dream now, do we?"With that, Brendan basically dealt a death knell to any possible relationship between Emily and himself. The reporters were bewildered. His declaration had killed any seed that could have sprouted between them! The crowd gasped.Backstage...Emily's eyes turned red. She dug her nails onto her arm and left eye-catching trails of red on her skin. To publicly announce his rejection so publicly… was akin to slapping her in front of everyone.What was he trying to prove when he said it would be "impossible"? Was he trying to say h
Deirdre started to grow anxious. Brendan was silent. For the longest time, all there was was the sound of his breathing. Then, his voice cracked a little as he spoke. "I can't tell you."Because she… doesn't love me. So, I want to give her enough space and freedom not to be involved. I hope that she will still be allowed the freedom to live her life even after she leaves me, by her own will. To be free from the scrutiny of the public's prying eyes. To be free from being bound to my name. The last thing I want is to create more trouble for her life."There was no sound. The crowd was nonplussed. Disbelief shadowed everyone's faces. On the Internet, however, a furor had already erupted. "Did I hear that right!? Y'all heard him say he has someone he loves, right? And it ain't Emily Collins!""F*ck, who's that gal asserting dominance all over Emily like that? Must be f*cking hot!""Can you be any less invasive? He said he's trying to protect her freedom and peace.""Guys, is it
Brendan was so panicked that he wanted to reveal everything to Deirdre, which stunned her and made her heart inexplicably beat fast."I-I already know," said Deirdre. When Brendan tried to clarify, she already believed in him."So, you believe me, right?" Brendan grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face, his dark eyes moist. "Never ever ignore me again."Deirdre was struck by something as if she had been poked, and her eyes were in disarray.Brendan looked like an abandoned puppy in the rain.But he was Brendan Brighthall, the ruler of Neve, high above all others. What was he afraid of? Just because of her?Deirdre bit her lip, feeling a subtle sensation she had never experienced before.The Deirdre of the past and the Brendan of the present seemed to have suddenly switched places."You haven't eaten anything yet, have you? My mom made some cookies. You should eat some first."She avoided the subject and withdrew her hand.Brendan knew he couldn't press too hard, so h