"Yes."Brendan tilted her chin and lowered his head to kiss her. "Moreover, even if you don't trust her, don't you trust me? Even if it's feigned, I won't have any feelings for her."The man's kiss was brief, along with his breathing. Deirdre could not help leaning over, and her body turned limp as well as she indulged in the moment. It was what she thought in her heart as well.'Even if Emily has some plan, Brendan won't fall for her trick so easily.'She decided not to think about it and shut her eyes to immerse in the heated, passionate moment.Brendan suddenly shoved her away when they reached the peak of their passion. Deirdre was jolted back to reality and blinked innocently. "What's going on?"Brendan could not bring himself to tell her that Emily had reminded him not to do this. If he brought that up, he figured Deirdre would be suspicious. "I suddenly remembered that I have a project proposal to submit tonight. It's very urgent.""Ah…" Deirdre's cheeks felt warm, an
“Will that be alright?” Emily felt very coy. “I feel bad for troubling all of you every time it rains.”“There are many guest rooms here, so it’s no trouble.”Emily could only accept the offer. “Alright then. Thank you for taking the trouble to do this, Miss McKinnon.”Emily returned from the hallway and stayed on the balcony to go through the documents. Brendan left the study room and came downstairs. He noticed Emily on the balcony with his eyes, and Mrs. Engel explained, “It’s raining too heavily, so Mrs. Brighthall wants Miss Collins to stay.”“Hmm.” Brendan nodded nonchalantly and headed to the kitchen. He found Deirdre kneading dough in the kitchen, so he seized the opportunity to hug her from the back and placed his thin lips next to her ear.“You want Emily to stay, huh?”Deirdre felt ticklish and leaned her head to the side to dodge Brendan’s lips. “Hmm, she’s staying over. After all, she can’t leave in view of the heavy rain.”Brendan stared at Deirdre’s face. “I thi
"Brendan?"Deirdre's daze was gradually replaced with clarity after sensing Brendan's lack of movements. "What's going on?"Brendan burrowed his head into the woman's chest. "Just wait for a little while more.""Wait for what?"Brendan caressed her hair. "Just wait until you've recovered."Deirdre came to realize that Brendan was refusing to touch her. She sat upright. "Why?"Brendan was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he softly explained, "Emily said that your body's condition is not suited to… If too much strength is involved, it will be bad for the blood clot in your brain. In a serious case, it will affect the treatment.""Emily said so? When?""On the balcony the other day."Deirdre came to understand why Brendan would use his meeting and work as an excuse every time previously. She could obviously feel his passion, yet he would always stop himself abruptly. "So, just wait for a few more months for your eyes." Brendan hugged her and whispered into her ear, "Or
"Hence, that is the problem." Ophelia said, "I stayed by the door for a while after seeing that, yet Emily did not leave the room. Moreover, I heard them talking to each other inside. What do you think is going on?"Ophelia said anxiously, "Could it be that Brendan and Emily have been putting on an act to you all this time? Then, they seize the opportunity to interact with each other in private when you're asleep?""Mom…" Deirdre cracked a smile even though she was not amused at all. "I trust Brendan's feelings for me, and I believe there is something they need to discuss."Ophelia caught her by surprise by saying, "You trust him, but does he respect you? If he cared about you, he would have kicked Emily out of the study when she showed up. On the other hand, it has been ten minutes now, and they are still engaging in a heated conversation. You can listen and see yourself if you don't believe me!"-"Miss Collins, it seems that you still haven't learned your lesson after the previ
Emily sounded ineffably sincere. Brendan did not seem to be affected at all. "We can no longer be friends after the previous photo incident.""Isn't it because Miss McKinnon is displeased with me?" Emily smiled and chose not to mind. "If this situation is real, I hope that you can do one thing for me. Treat me like an ordinary person without any enmity and hatred toward me. I will keep my distance from you, and I won't displease Miss McKinnon."Brendan could not reject her in view of how well she managed the situation. His expression was nonchalant when he said, "We'll discuss after we've confirmed the situation."Emily nodded. She was preparing to leave but suddenly stopped walking before she left. "Oh right, Mr. Brighthall, it would be better for you not to let Miss McKinnon know about this matter for the time being."Brendan narrowed his eyes. "Why?""I believe that it can't be anybody else who can pass me the note other than the servant here. Miss McKinnon has such a close
Brendan said in a righteous tone, "Emily has evidence that Mrs. Engel is someone else."Deirdre was stunned for a moment. "Emily? How could she…""She had a note that she found in her room. The note invited her to meet at the Eastmont Villa's Green Square. Who else could leave the note to her other than Mrs. Engel?"Deirdre was shocked and refuted, "If Emily found a note in her room, how do you prove that Mrs. Engel wrote the note? What if Emily wrote it and used it to frame Mrs. Engel so she could gain your trust while she was at it?""Hence, we will understand the outcome tomorrow at Green Square." Brendan's dark eyes were calm yet gentle. "If Mrs. Engel is innocent, she won't show up tomorrow."Deirdre fell silent and felt a heavy weight on her chest. She could feel that many things beyond her expectations would occur after this. Brendan could see her confusion and struggles. He lowered his head and comforted her by touching her lips with his. "Deirdre, Mrs. Engel used to t
Emily snickered. "Well, well, well. Looks like I'm on the backseat, then."She pulled the door open and got into the back. Brendan quietly sidled up to Deirdre and wrapped his arm around her. She sniped a glance at him. "What? You think I'm being too forceful, don't you?""Oh, no. Not at all." He smiled. "On the contrary, I love how possessive you are. The angrier you are and the more you push, the more you must care."Deirdre's cheeks burned despite herself, but she checked herself and got to calm down. "You say that now, but it's not going to last. Once the novelty of me being 'possessive' wears off, you're just going to think I'm irritating."Brendan's breath hitched a little. He took up her hand and pressed the back of her hand against his lips. "That day will never come, Dee. Never. If it does, then may I be struck by lightning, catch fire, incinerate to—"Deirdre covered his mouth. "Enough already. Get into the car."Brendan's eyes quivered, his face soft with care. She w
"How… How could this happen?" murmured Mrs. Engel. The weight of realization set in, and she suddenly understood she was well past the point of struggle. Her face turned ashen. "I'm sorry, Mr. Brighthall. I'm sorry, Mrs. Brighthall," she said finally. Emily sneered. "What's the point of that, exactly? I am glad that I'm not so easily goaded into working together with the enemy! Anyone else would have jumped at your offer, I bet. Really, though, wouldn't your conscience hurt if anything were to happen to Miss McKinnon? Won't you feel at least a little… I don't know, queasy?"Mrs. Engel was shaking, but she kept her mouth shut. Deirdre tried to get herself out of the mind-numbing buzz in her head. She stared at that vague, blurry figure before her, and her mind began to recall all the times she had spent with Mrs. Engel. It was just so hard to believe. Mrs. Engel, the housekeeper who was ever so attentive as she was stalwart—that Mrs. Engel was in cahoots with the same syndicate w