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
“I closed off the walls around my heart long ago. I made sure never to trust anyone easily again… that’s why. Honestly, there are few people whom I really trusted. Which is why I… I can’t believe that one of the few people left in this world, whom I believed could never hurt me, ended up being Mrs. Engel.”Brendan wiped the glistening sweat off her skin, but Deirdre caught his hand instead. “Let her go, Bren.”Brendan regarded her pale, ashen expression silently. If it were up to him, he would ensure Simone got what she rightfully deserved. He would punish her over every single transgression against Deirdre—turn Simone into an advertising board as to why those people should have never harmed her. Yet, after calming down from her initial shock, here Deirdre was, asking for Brendan to let Mrs. Engel go.He could not help but be moved. “I don’t know if she wants to harm me, but I can tell that what she genuinely had for me was care and comfort. Taking care of me is not an easy feat
Mrs. Engel felt as though someone had pressed bristles of needles into her skin. Her face turned pale, and she closed her eyes. "I know you're not going to trust me no matter what I say, Mr. Brighthall, but I have never hurt Mrs. Brighthall in my entire life. She… She's always been so kind to me…"She faltered and turned to beg Deirdre instead. "Please, let me bid you farewell, at least?"Brendan was about to reject her again, but Deirdre took a deep breath and said, "Okay.""Dee?""I'll talk to her somewhere you can see, Brendan." Deirdre comforted him. "And she's right about one thing. She can't really harm me in any way. So, don't worry."Brendan's forehead creased from the strength of his frown, but since this was Deirdre's wish, he ended up letting her have her wish. He shot one last warning glance at Mrs. Engel before removing his coat and putting it around Deirdre. "Talk in some place shielded from the gale. I don't want you to catch a cold.""Okay."Deirdre pulled the
“Keep an eye out on the people around you.”With that, Mrs. Engel let go of Deirdre’s hand and took her luggage. She left.Deirdre was in a daze. Brendan approached her, caressed her nipping cheeks, frowning, and asked, “What did she say to you? You don’t look so good.” Deirdre reeled herself out of her stupor. “I’m fine,” she replied, hanging her head low. “She told me she’s leaving the country with her youngest son.”“Leaving?” Brendan was shocked, but his surprise was short-lived. “Good. At least our paths won’t ever cross again.”“I agree.” She nodded and let Brendan scoop her into the mansion. Deirdre lay on her bed, but her brain was busy thinking about the things Mrs. Engel had said before she left.‘Keep an eye on the people around you.’ That was what she had said, but on who? And why?Mrs. Engel almost seemed too defensive. She left before Deirdre could make sense of her cryptic message, but something about her tone carried a quiet but powerful sense of severity. Mrs
Deirdre knew she was demanding, but Brendan might start accepting Emily into his trusted circle if she did nothing. "You can think of this as me being unreasonable and juvenile. You can suspect me of picking a bone with her, too. I don't care. I just don't want to see you and Emily getting closer."And! I don't want the two of you texting each other, either. I want the two of you to be strangers to one another. If you're talking to her because you're wondering how my recovery is going, ask me instead. I'm going to be the middlewoman between the two of you!"The room sank into a strange, prolonged silence after she finished. As time ticked on, Deirdre felt colder and colder in her chest. Her face became a steely frown. "Oh, is it too much for you, Brendan? Never mind, then. Forget what I asked."She was about to turn away from him when Brendan's arms around her waist tightened.Then his lips merged with hers. They came in strong. Effusive. Like flames. Deirdre also could not handle