“Yes.”“I wanted to inform you the other day that the homeless man is dead.”Deirdre was incredulous. “He’s dead? How did he die out of nowhere?”Sam’s eyes turned gloomy. “I’m not too sure, but I heard that he died from food poisoning. However, I believe that the matter is certainly not as simple as it seems. I believe that Miss McKinney tried to destroy all the evidence in an attempt to hide her tracks after executing her plan.”Upon hearing that, Deirdre shivered despite not feeling cold and felt a shiver down her spine.‘How can Charlene be so sinister? She took a man’s life!‘On the other hand, Brendan is ridiculous. How will he feel when he finds out one day that the woman he trusts and loves is actually a devil?’She bantered herself in her head and said to Sam, “So, does that mean that dead men tell no tales?”“I thought so too initially.” Sam smirked. “For that, I looked into the homeless man and found nothing useful other than that he had a homeless friend when he was
Brendan felt his rage growing because her smile vanished as well. Sam’s expression was rigid. He greeted his employer before he left respectfully. Brendan shut the door and approached Deirdre step by step before grabbing her lower jaw in a brute manner. The woman could not conceal her panic, and the sight of her hurt Brendan inside. He spoke in a solemn tone. “Smile.”“What?” Deirdre was confused. Brendan exerted more strength in his hand and said, “Don’t you understand? I’m asking you to smile. Why? You can smile so joyously in Sam’s presence, but you pull a long face when I’m around as if you’re mourning the death of a family member?”Deirdre felt her heart racing from the coldness emanating from the man’s body. She clutched the blanket and forced a smile, yet she was caught off guard when Brendan flung her away. “Your smile looks disgusting.”‘Why is her smile in Sam’s presence relaxed and carefree, but her smile is so troubled and agonized when she is with me?’Deirdre
Brendan left the office, but his tightly-furrowed eyebrows had yet to relax. He was worried that Deirdre had been rendered infertile for the rest of her life after the miscarriage of her first child. As for the reason he was worried, the only thing he could think of was that he needed a child.‘Deirdre is the most suitable candidate to provide me with a child now.’He arrived at Deirdre’s room to find Sam guarding the door outside. At the thought of how Deirdre could possibly still be sitting on the toilet bowl and not be properly dressed, his gaze turned colder as he looked toward Sam. “You haven’t gone in the room, right?”Sam kept his head lowered. “No.”Brendan felt relieved. He warned Sam with a cold voice before he entered the room. “Don’t get fancy ideas, and remember your place. Don’t forget what you promised me.”After entering the room, he found Deirdre already shaking in pain on the toilet bowl. He wrapped her in his arms and fed her warm water before calling the doctor
Sam replied, “I’m not very sure.”He was unsure indeed because he had been guarding the door at the time without stepping into the room even for a moment. “Mr. Brighthall talked to the attending physician for a while in the room and left afterward. Why?”Deirdre said with a bitter smile, “It has been close to a week since he last came here.”She had not felt much previously, but the situation was different now. The truth about Bliss’ death had already surfaced, and she wanted to hand the evidence to Brendan so eagerly that she could not wait a moment longer.Sam furrowed his eyebrows, unable to figure out the situation either. However, he tried to pacify her by saying, “Don’t worry, Ms. McKinnon. It’s possible that the company has been busy.”Deirdre did not believe him because she knew that Brendan would still find time to visit the comatose Deirdre on the third floor daily even if he was so busy at work. Nothing could stop him from coming if he wanted to. Besides, it had bee
When Brendan was finally done, Deirdre waited for him to fall asleep before climbing out of their bed with her hand on her waist. He had deprived her of birth control pills, so the only thing she had left to prevent a pregnancy was the primitive way of washing it away. Brendan suddenly opened his cold, black eyes. They zeroed in on her retreating back as a frigid question escaped his lips. “Where do you think you’re going?”Deirdre bit her lip. “To wash.”Brendan smirked. “Really? To wash? Or get birth control pills from the pharmacy?” Deirdre had planned to do that the next day, which was why she froze on the carpet when she was called out on it. Before she could respond, Brendan had yanked her by the arm and pinned her against the bed once more. His eyes were as all-consuming as the abyss, and his lopsided smirk twisted his features completely. “Don’t bother. You’re infertile anyway.”Deirdre was stunned. The assurance in his tone suckerpunched her into a daze. “What’s that
“Saved me?” Brendan’s glare was grim. The words had taken an absurd quality the moment he had heard them escape Deirdre’s lips. “You saved me? When, might I ask?”Deirdre pressed her lips shut in despair. He snickered. “You can’t even save yourself!” he sneered. “For the love of God, don’t ever say something that cringeworthy again. People around you are gonna feel embarrassed on your behalf!”He let Deirdre go. Now that his booze-addled frustration had found an outlet, there was no reason for him to stay.She lowered her trembling eyelids. In the darkness, she dreamed of a blurry visage. A child. She had hoped that, should reincarnation be true, it would become her child again, and she would pay the debt she owed. But now, she wondered if it was just a pipe dream after all.Sam came to visit her the next morning. He noticed the mess, Deirdre’s unmissable fatigue as she lay on her bed, and the telltale signs on her neck and collarbones. It was easy to tell what had happened last
Deirdre was in a daze. They were going to see Brendan’s parents at the old Brighthall mansion? Well. Their relationship was progressing swimmingly, was it not? Was that why Brendan could not imagine how wicked Charlene really was?She snickered self-deprecatingly. “Let’s go back to the mansion.”She doubted that man would skip going to the mansion tonight. Sam heeded her order, and the car was on its way. Deirdre marched inside when they arrived and took a seat on the living room couch. The long wait began.The boredom of waiting could be mind-numbing, Sam knew, so he turned the TV on. The first thing that leaped onto the screen were images of Brendan and Charlene shopping for goodies. Then came the speculations of media talking heads and celebrity gossipers. “The dashing, young CEO of Brighthall Group has been in a very stable relationship with the same young woman for two years, and now, they were caught on a shopping trip together. Is this a sign of a very specific celebrat
Brendan narrowed his eyes as his gaze swept past the woman near the couch. He had never noticed it when she was in his arms, but now, it became impossible to miss—she was almost emaciated after a week. He could see her collarbones heaving in and out just from her effort to breathe. It pissed him off for some reason. “Ignore her. For all intents and purposes, she’s invisible,” he scoffed with characteristic callousness and disdain without reservation. He leaned close to Charlene, his lips inches away from her ears, and added, “Come to my room. Our relationship will be official after tonight...”He did not say it aloud, but it was enough to let everyone in the living room hear it. Deirdre felt a sting in her chest, but it was nothing compared to the biting frost in her heart. She was hardly surprised, though. In fact, she wanted to laugh. Just a few days ago, Brendan had demanded that she bear him a child—and now, after the revelation of her infertility, she had lost her purpose