"Can't you just sit down and talk it out?" asked the driver.Deirdre shuddered suddenly. 'This morning? Didn't that mean that Brendan spent a whole night looking for me?'The sooner Brendan found out, the more furious he was, not to mention he hadn't slept all night. Brendan couldn't hold it in and not take revenge on her!Fear spread from the soles of Deirdre's feet to her whole body as she watched the driver open the door to leave. She bravely struggled desperately to explain, "I am not together with him!"Deirdre said angrily, "He is not my boyfriend! I have nothing to do with him! He is forcibly kidnapping me and imprisoning me! Mister, I beg you, call the police immediately!"She was really afraid that her life would be made a living hell!The driver paused when he got into the car. Regardless of how she struggled, Brendan continued to carry her."Call the police?" Emotions flashed in Brendan's dark eyes, and he smirked. "You murdered someone, and I was the one who did ever
"Brendan! Are you crazy? What are you doing! I'm pregnant! Do you want me to die!?"The corners of Deirdre's eyes teared up, and fear and panic appeared on her face.Brendan took control of her kicking legs without blinking and mercilessly vented on her. Deirdre went from unconscious to conscious and from conscious to unconscious again. From the beginning to the end, she could only see the outline of Brendan.Those black eyes that could penetrate everything seemed to be looking at her all the time, watching her go from crying to exhaustion to silently tilting her head and enduring everything.Deirdre wondered if he was watching her suffer.The incident four years ago repeated itself. In the family mansion, she had been violated on the balcony. She had also helplessly begged him to stop at that time, but he was as cold-hearted as ever. At that time, she had just wanted the child to disappear."Brendan… We've never changed..." -When Deirdre woke up, her throat was parched, caus
Deirdre felt an urge to laugh, finding it absurd and boring, as if she were a complete fool."If you're concerned about me getting hurt, then who caused my current injuries?" she asked coldly.Jet was stunned, unable to speak for a while. "Mr. Brighthall... He regrets it too. At first, I thought he had lost his sanity, but then he regained his senses and called a doctor for you. He even insisted on saving the child!" he stuttered.Deirdre raised her head in astonishment, her eyes filled with disbelief."I can swear to God that everything I've said is true," Jet swore."Including his desire to save the child?" Deirdre asked for assurance as her breathing became erratic."Of course. He left only after confirming the child was unharmed," replied Jet.Deirdre closed her eyes, suddenly feeling very confused. She couldn't understand what Brendan was thinking.In one moment, he discussed eliminating the child, and in the next, he urged the doctor to save the child. His behavior appear
Brendan harbored nothing but hatred toward her, not even a trace of love.Emily was right. He was only accustomed to taking care of Deirdre and having her by his side, which was why he hesitated to take action.But if Deirdre interpreted it as affection, it infuriated him.Out of anger, the pressure in his grip unknowingly intensified, causing Deirdre's face to turn pale with pain."Deirdre, take back what you just said," he demanded."I... won't take it back..." Deirdre refused as she tightened her hands in pain. "Brendan, is this your own admission, or are you negating even your previous words?""My own admission?" Brendan's eyes showed confusion, wondering when he had said that.Soon, he calmed down and let go of Deirdre."Deirdre, you've gone mad, and there should be limits to it. Do I like you? Did I admit it personally? Only if I were insane would I like a malicious woman like you. I never loved you at all."Deirdre was stunned, and her expression instantly stiffened.W
Mrs. Wanner was at a loss for words. "Well…"She racked her brain, trying to persuade Deirdre to calm down, but to her surprise, Deirdre burst into laughter on her own. However, there were hints of mist in her eyes."It's fine. I have a positive mindset. But please don't call me Mrs. Brighthall. If Brendan hears it, he might think I'm behind it," she said."Sure, it's good to address you as Ms. McKinnon because It sounds younger." Mrs. Wanner tried several times to change the subject, but it kept coming back to her. Then she remembered something. "Oh, Ms. McKinnon, a man came looking for you while you were resting yesterday afternoon.""A man?" Deirdre frowned. She didn't have any friends in Neve, so she couldn't figure out who it could be."He said his name is Sam," said Mrs. Wanner."Sam?" Deirdre was surprised as she was aware that Brendan had sent away Sam. She didn't expect him to come looking for her yesterday.She glanced at the door. "Has Brendan left yet?""Yes, he has
"The doctor said to be moderate... Are you a pervert?" Deirdre felt deeply wronged, but she refused to show weakness in front of Brendan. She held back her tears, and the hint of redness at the corner of her eyes made her appear even more pitiful and captivating."I'm already in pain, yet you still treat me like this. In that case, why bother trying to save the child?" she exclaimed.Brendan's heart inexplicably softened. He realized that despite maintaining a stern expression, his voice became gentler."Where does it hurt?" he asked.Deirdre paused for a moment, then obediently answered, "My waist."Brendan's pressed against her waist, covered with fabric. His palm's warm and scorching heat gradually seeped into her skin as he began applying pressure, massaging gently.Unconsciously, Deirdre's body relaxed, but conflicting emotions overwhelmed her. She couldn't fathom Brendan's intentions.Brendan didn't anticipate his own tenderness. He tirelessly continued massaging while bur
"And he called her Lena, not Charlene. Don't you find that strange? Mr. Brighthall despised Charlene to the extreme, so why would he address her like that? Moreover, Charlene didn't die because of you at all. She died in prison."Deirdre's mind went blank, unable to process it all in such a short time."How is that possible?""You find it absurd, don't you? I find it absurd too. That's why I've been trying to find an opportunity to verify my theory. But Mr. Brighthall had me transferred, and Jet doesn't interact much with him," Sam said with a wry smile.Deirdre lowered her head in silence. After a moment, she said with a soft voice, "It doesn't necessarily mean it's truly impossible."She then added in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what? Brendan told me that he intends to marry Emily."Sam frowned.Deirdre closed her eyes and then opened them again. "If he hadn't lost his memory, how could he be attracted to a woman like Emily, who destroys his well-being and possesses such prof
Sam said, "No one can protect you if you stay. Dr.Fuller called me a week ago to take care of Mr. Brighthall so that he is not left alone. I think he might have anticipated something."Deirdre hurriedly asked, "Where's he?""After that call, I couldn't reach him anymore. I suspect… So now, besides me, no one can help you leave," Sam said helplessly.Deirdre tightly bit her lower lip. Sam's speculations shook her to the core. She never expected those people could even reach overseas.In the next moment, she shook her head. "Precisely because it's only you, I can't leave. I can't burden you. You're still free, and in case something happens, you can contact the people behind us. But we'll be even more helpless if you're trapped here.""Ms. McKinnon...""You should leave now. Brendan will be back soon, and I should go as well." Deirdre had made up her mind.She left without hesitation. As soon as she returned to the lobby, Mrs. Wanner approached her anxiously. "Ms. McKinnon, it's gr