"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
It was unlikely Brendan would stop seeing Emily because Deirdre’s eyes still needed her help. Besides, it was just her speculation without evidence. Even if she were to tell Brendan, he wouldn’t entirely believe it.“Mrs. Engel, I’ll talk to Brendan about this matter myself. You can just act as if nothing happened.”“Alright.”With the issue regarding Brendan resolved Deirdre felt a wave of drowsiness hit her. She went to her room and took a shower. As soon as she came out, a pair of arms wrapped around her, causing her to embrace Brendan’s neck as she lost her balance.Brendan placed her on the bed and tenderly kissed the palm of her hand and her forehead.“I’m sorry,” he said, burying his head in her neck and breathing onto her. “If I could control myself from drinking, I wouldn’t have made you worry.“Yesterday… you must have had a hard time, didn’t you?”Brendan couldn’t hide his remorse.Deirdre was tired, but the thought of Brendan possibly being manipulated by Emily ma
Deirdre was taken aback. She hadn't thought of this outcome before."How could you not remember how much you drank?" she asked.Brendan closed his eyes, furrowed his brows, and struggled with the memory."I-I'm not sure," he replied.Deirdre heard his confusion and soothingly placed her fingers on his arm. "It's okay. If you really drank too much, it's possible to forget how much you had.""Sorry," Brendan apologized.Brendan leaned in to kiss Deirdre's soft lips.She shook her head, indicating that he didn't need to apologize, but her expression remained serious."After what happened today, I still hope you'll pay more attention to Emily," she said.Deirdre couldn't quite put her finger on it, but Emily gave her an uneasy feeling. And since Emily was fond of Brendan, she might do some crazy things to get him."You don't like her?" asked Brendan."Yes, I don't like her. If it weren't because my eyes need treatment, I would have wanted her to leave right away," replied Deirdr
Deirdre felt a bit frustrated, but she managed to hold back her outburst because she was thin-skinned."But if it's these issues, didn't the doctor say…""What did he say?"Deirdre turned around. "Forget it. He didn't say anything."She closed her eyes and complained about her personality. She didn't know if it was because of pregnancy, but her emotions were becoming more and more uncontrollable. Sometimes, she wanted to stay calm and maintain a normal attitude, but it was difficult to do so.Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed onto her waist. Brendan had taken off his shirt at some point, his warm body pressing against hrs from the side. His breath was hot and suppressive."Deirdre, are your thoughts the same as mine?"Brendan's hands on her were filled with intense heat and suppressed tremors, as if all it took was one command from Deirdre for his soul, burning with passion, to break through the body and envelope Deirdre, melding with her.Brendan's heavy breath made Deird
Emily assumed a graceful, innocent demeanor as she usually did. "Mrs. Engel, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're talking about? I was only asking about Mr. Brighthall's whereabouts. Will you please tell me where he is?"Mrs. Engel smiled upon hearing that as she cleaned the floor. "Mr. Brighthall stayed in Mrs. Brighthall's room the whole night since yesterday to appease her. He has yet to leave the room. I believe that they are still resting now in view of their close relationship. It would be better for you to wait on the sofa."'What?'Emily took an unwilling glance at the upper floor. Soon afterward, she comforted herself, thinking that nothing would happen between them because Deirdre was pregnant. Emily took a seat on the sofa and began scrolling through her phone. Half an hour later, Brendan put on a shirt and got out of the room to get water. He was caught off guard when he saw the woman sitting on the sofa when he came downstairs. Emily
Deirdre's strength was weak, so it was almost akin to a tickle when the pillow landed on his body. On the contrary, it teased and aroused Brendan, so he wrapped his arms around Deirdre and unleashed his desire for her for a while more. Only when Deirdre assumed a serious expression did Brendan begin to get her some clothes. Deirdre put on her clothes and left the room in a hurry. "You're awake, Miss McKinnon."Deirdre only realized that Emily was there upon hearing the commotion downstairs. However, Brendan did not mention that to her from the start, and she figured he did not tell her because he did not wish to displease her.She believed that Emily had seen her panicked state earlier. "You have a very good relationship with Mr. Brighthall, Miss McKinnon. You've just gotten out of bed when it's almost noon…" Emily got up from the sofa and blurted in an envious tone, "However, I would like to remind you, as your attending physician, that you're pregnant now. You might find yo