Brendan's sudden request for Deirdre to go to the room surprised her. They had never done this before and usually maintained a certain distance between them.Deirdre pretended to be unfazed and got up from the sofa. Ryker narrowed his eyes and asked, "Ms. McKinnon, do you often go upstairs alone with Mr. Brighthall?""Yes," Deirdre replied calmly. "Whenever he has free time, he reads bedtime stories to our child upstairs.""Read bedtime stories?" Ryker raised an eyebrow in surprise.Deirdre nodded. "I'm not sure where he got the idea, maybe because this child will be his only one in the future, so he wants to connect with her through prenatal education.""I see." Ryker didn't take it too seriously. Before Deirdre left, he whispered in her ear, "I hope you won't forget our conversation this morning. I'll come tomorrow for your answer."Ryker picked up his briefcase and walked away, leaving Deirdre clenching her palms tightly. She took a deep breath and approached the door of Brend
Was there any difference?Brendan's fist clenched tightly. How dare she question the difference between him and Ryker? It was clear...Anger simmered in Brendan's eyes as he spoke in a low, intense tone, "Is there any difference between me and him? Fine, I'll tell you."Abruptly, he stood up and pressed himself against Deirdre, kissing her forcefully. His strong arms held her tightly, restricting her movement.Deirdre's surprise quickly turned into panic as she pushed hard and managed to push Brendan away, but the lingering sensation of his breath remained between her lips and teeth.Brendan's voice turned icy as he said, "Do you feel it now? That's the difference! If I were Ryker, regardless of your resistance, your clothes would have been torn off by now. With him, you won't find any respect or freedom."You may think you're beautiful, but there are countless women more beautiful than you in this world. He can do whatever he pleases with you. And when he grows tired of you, do
Deirdre arched her waist and looked down at her protruding abdomen. She complained, "Your father is an idiot, a complete fool. If only he had waited for me, I wouldn't have let him be hypnotized again and suffer, but now..."As Deirdre spoke, her eyes filled with sadness, and she almost stopped breathing to force herself to remain calm."But it's too late to say all this now. He has lost his memory, so I'm the only one who can uncover everything. I want to know their purpose and find a way to break your father's hypnosis. Even if I can't break it, I believe Declan will help me."After speaking, Deirdre exhaled as if she had made up her mind and peacefully closed her eyes. However, she had a bad dream while sleeping through the night. When she woke up, she felt dizzy. As she went downstairs, she was surprised to find that Brendan hadn't left yet. Lately, her fatigue had been getting worse, and sometimes she could sleep until 10:00 a.m.She didn't feel as exhausted today, but she sti
Deirdre frowned, hesitant about physical contact. "Will it hurt?" she asked, referring to the massage.Ryker seemed to understand her concerns. "No, it won't hurt. I'll just apply pressure on the acupuncture points on the top of your head. I'll wear gloves to keep my hands clean and prevent any dirt from touching your skin."With Ryker's reassurance, Deirdre saw no reason to refuse. "Okay, sorry for the trouble," she said.Ryker responded, taking out gloves from his pocket and putting them on. With his slender fingertips, he gently supported Deirdre's head and located the acupuncture points along her hairline, applying gentle pressure."How does it feel?" he asked.Deirdre closed her eyes, surprised by the comforting sensation of having her acupuncture points pressed. Reluctant to open her eyes, she let out a soft "mm" in response.Unable to hear clearly, Ryker leaned closer, his lips near Deirdre's face. Just as he was about to ask again, Brendan suddenly stood up, causing a lou
Ryker's gentle and concerned voice echoed in Deirdre's ears. Calmly, Deirdre gritted her teeth, shook her head, and pushed his hand away."I'm fine. I just ate too much, and my stomach feels uncomfortable.""It's a normal pregnancy reaction, Ms. McKinnon. You're already in the late stages of your pregnancy, but you still have a good appetite. You're not too picky with your food, which is quite lucky," Ryker replied in his usual manner."Some pregnant women experience vomiting and upset stomachs after eating, making it difficult for them to sleep at night. That kind of pain is more intense.""Yes," Deirdre said, lowering her head and gently touching her protruding abdomen. "I am lucky."As she lowered her head, several strands of her hair, which she had put up in a bun, became loose and hung down the back of her neck, exposing her porcelain skin. The hair tickled her sensitive skin, causing it to blush scarlet.Ryker's eyes darkened at the sight, and he reluctantly reached out his
Deirdre's breathing grew heavy as she put the thing on the table, her expression defensive. "Ryker, I'm willing to cooperate with you, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. You won't tell me what this thing is, and Brendan won't notice it. If he drinks it and dies, I'll be arrested again. It's like killing two birds with one stone for you, isn't it?"Ryker smiled. "How could it be poison? Remember, I said I want something he currently possesses. Otherwise, I could hypnotize him and make him end his own life, just like Cillian..."Deirdre frowned. Their purpose didn't seem to be Brendan's death."Then why did you ask me to drug him?"Ryker replied, "I told you it's a test to see if you're willing to sincerely listen to me or if you're just going through the motions. If you're willing to give it to Brendan without knowing what the drug is, then I'll share my plan with you."Deirdre pursed her lips and fell silent, her beautiful eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. Ryker picked up the drug
"Of course not," Deirdre replied softly, unsure of Brendan's reaction. "But the topic I want to talk about is related to Ryker."Brendan fixed a serious gaze on her."Go on."Since Brendan didn't mention anything else, Deirdre felt relieved, thinking he hadn't noticed what she had done to his milk. She sighed and pretended to be uneasy. "Never mind, it's nothing. After thinking about it, I realize I have nothing to say to you. You should get some rest. I'm leaving."Just as Deirdre was about to walk away, Brendan suddenly grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the bed. He positioned himself over her, making sure to avoid putting pressure on her belly, but his strong arms held her in place, preventing any movement.Deirdre panicked and placed her hands between them."Brendan! What are you doing?""What am I doing?" Brendan stared into her eyes, including the sweaty tip of her nose. "You came to my room out of nowhere, wanting to say something, but then you turned around and refu
Embarrassment flashed across Deirdre's face as she declared, "I'm leaving... Of course, I'm leaving!"She straightened up and made her way toward the door. However, just as she reached for the doorknob, she sensed movement behind her.Suddenly, a muscular arm stretched out from the side and forcefully slammed the door shut, catching Deirdre off guard. Standing closest to her, Brendan emitted erratic hot breaths on the back of her neck."What did you do?" Brendan's question tightened Deirdre's body, but she feigned ignorance."What?""Don't play dumb!" Brendan's grip on her hand tightened.Deirdre inadvertently noticed Brendan's scorching skin."What did you do to that glass of milk? Why do I feel unwell?"Deirdre's pupils twitched. Did Ryker lie to her? Didn't he assure her that Brendan wouldn't be harmed?In the next instant, she turned her head and frantically searched Brendan's body, her teeth chattering nervously. "What's wrong? What's happening? You— Ah!"Brendan abruptl