Deirdre had mixed feelings. She even wanted to ask, 'Since you love me, Brendan, why don't you trust me?' But she stopped when the words were about to spill out from her lips.It was a meaningless quarrel, and she didn't want to continue it a second time."Taste it first. If you like it, I'll buy it for you again tomorrow.""Okay." Deirdre nodded but didn't have the courage to open the box.Seeing this, Brendan was a little surprised. "What's wrong?""It's nothing. I've been in the living room for too long, and I'm feeling a little cold. I want to go back to my room and slowly eat it.""Alright, then you go to your room and slowly eat it. I will go to have my meeting in the study." Brendan didn't think too much about it and went up with his laptop.Deirdre took the pastry box and sat on the bed in the room. She then summoned up the courage to hold her breath and took a piece, handed it to her mouth, and bit it down. Before her brain could react, the feeling of nausea swarmed ove
She then heard Brendan say, "Deirdre, do you think that your plan was so flawless and perfect that I couldn't guess that you were trying to divert me away? Your acting skills are bad, so how could I possibly not have realized what you were doing? But I still didn't refuse. Do you know why? Because I owe you that. Next time, you won't have another chance to dismiss me. Deirdre, I won't trust you again."After Brendan opened his lips, he spat out those icy words. His last sentence made Deirdre's face turn pale. The man then let go of her and left.Deirdre's mind went blank, and before she could react, she had already grabbed Brendan's hand in fury."Brendan! When have you ever trusted me!?"Brendan was stunned. With reddened eyes, Deirdre said, "Between Emily and I, do you trust me more? I told you Shea was innocent. Did you believe me? I'm telling you now that I was forced to throw away the carrot cake. Are you willing to believe me on this too!?"When Brendan saw Deirdre's tears,
In his eyes, Mrs. Engel was an accomplice of those people, and Shea had almost caused her child to be deformed, so it was normal for him not to forgive them. However, she couldn't determine why Brendan was so biased regarding Sam. He really believed that Sam had betrayed him.No matter what, Deirdre needed to expose Emily's true nature. As for Brendan... She could only try to convince him now. After all, Shea was still in the hands of those people.She turned her face and raised her head. "You say you believe me. Okay, then first tell me what happened to Shea. How did she disappear? Where did she go? Can you find her?"Brendan frowned slightly, subconsciously wanting to ask Deirdre to leave the matter alone. Still, he was aware of the woman's determination, so he replied, "Before her disappearance, the surveillance only captured Shea going to an alley by herself, and then she vanished. I don't know the rest. I guess…"He hesitated momentarily before saying, "This is a trap set up b
Thinking of this, Deirdre had mixed feelings. One would think she and Emily had switched identities… No matter what, she hoped that she could bring down Emily in one fell swoop with this matter. There was a pang in Deirdre's heart.Needless to say, since Brendan started to suspect something was off, he investigated it non-stop, and he also called to ask Emily to meet.Coincidentally, Emily was on a business trip, so she had no choice but to say, "Mr. Brighthall, why don't you wait for me to come back and go to your villa in person? I just don't know if Ms. McKinnon would mind.""I'm fine with it, and so is she."After finishing the call, Brendan returned to Deirdre's side. Deirdre was exercising on the treadmill, and he also stayed there. In the afternoon, he sent Sterling away and held a meeting with Deirdre in his arms.It didn't take long for word to spread in the company that Mr. Brighthall had a newly married wife and that he clung to her so much every day that he was relucta
"I also found it a pity, which was why I used that photo as my screensaver."As the two continued, they explained the matter as if it were normal.Emily smiled and pointedly said, "Ms. McKinnon, you really know Sterling well. You even guessed why he used this photo. It seems that I have chosen the right person to be your attending doctor."Deirdre's eyes took on an icy look again, and Brendan asked furiously, "What photo? Mr. Fuller, can you let me take a look?"The corners of Sterling's lips twitched, and he politely refused, "I'm sorry, the photo is not in the photo album of this phone. I'm afraid I can't show it to you, Mr. Brighthall."Nonetheless, his intention was very obvious. He didn't want Brendan to interfere with what had happened between him and Deirdre.He then added, "Mr. Brighthall probably isn't the kind of person who is overly involved and sensitive, right? Deirdre told me a lot about you and said you trust her very much. There is no need to care about what happe
Emily felt uneasy in her heart and bit her lower lip tightly so she could force herself to smile."What… What's going on, Mr. Brighthall? If this is irrelevant to Ms. McKinnon, why did you ask me to come?"Brendan narrowed his eyes and said bluntly, "Deirdre told me that you mentioned Shea's missing incident when you took her to meet Sterling the other day. Is that true?"Emily's heart was racing, and her face turned ghastly pale instantly. 'Deirdre would tell Brendan about this? Isn't she already beginning to feel disappointed with Brendan?'Moreover, what's going on with Brendan? Why is he starting to be suspicious of me?'"Shea…" Emily's forehead was sweating, and she was trying to figure out a way to defend herself. Brendan caught her by surprise when he interrupted her. "Don't tell me that you didn't bring up Shea and that it was all Deirdre's lies. I know very well that Deirdre wouldn't lie to me."He spoke in a domineering tone, his chiseled jaw tensed, his jawline wel
Emily's heart was racing. How would she procure the evidence of the hotel when her friend was just a made-up excuse?Her palms were sweaty, and she felt suffocated."What are you doing there? Do you need me to get someone to help you?"Brendan had run out of patience, and Emily was so startled that she dropped her phone on the floor. She hastily bent over to pick up the phone and came up with an idea at the last moment."Alright, I shall contact the friend and get him to show the evidence."She made the call in Brendan's presence, but Brendan did not understand the language very well."What kind of language is that?"Emily smiled. "It's my friend's local accent."Brendan massaged his temples, bored to death by her words."Do it quickly. My patience is running low.""Sure." Emily nodded and brought up a video clip that she showed to Brendan."However, in order to prevent you from accusing my friend of fraudulence, he recorded the whole process of him going through the luggage
Deirdre's pupils constricted, and she found it ironic by the time she recovered from her surprise.'What am I doing here?'"I'm sorry. It turns out that I'm disturbing both of you. I shouldn't be here." Deirdre suppressed her anger and turned around to leave. Brendan was about to get up to go after Deirdre when Emily clutched his arm. "What is going on with you, Mr. Brighthall?""What is going on with me?" Brendan held his head and felt like he was in a daze. In fact, he did not even know why he would be in the study now. Soon afterward, he pulled back his arm and queried Emily, "Why are you here?"Emily said, "You invited me to talk about our collaboration today. Have you forgotten about that?""Me? Inviting you to talk about our collaboration?""Yes. You fainted suddenly when we were halfway through our discussion, so I could only help to carry you to the sofa. I didn't expect Ms. McKinnon to walk in on us coincidentally and… She saw us."Brendan attempted to clear his head