Deirdre looked up. “But why would he hide it from him? Do you really think Brendan’s scared of a guy like that?”“Well…” Mrs. Engel faltered.Deirdre flashed a smile. “I’m going back to bed.”She turned on her heels and made her way back inside. The reveal did not make her feel anything in particular—instead, it just reminded her how talented Brendan was at acting. She almost bought it and believed that maybe, deep down inside, he did care about her or love her.Deirdre had only just stepped inside her room when she heard the sound of Mrs. Engel trying to call Brendan’s phone.The call never connected.-Two days passed. One day, Deirdre propped the side of her head with her palm and asked, “So… That Mr. Jensen guy came back?”“Like clockwork, that man. He left after learning Mr. Brighthall was not at home, at least.” Mrs. Engel looked unsettled. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Miss McKinnon. He seemed very unstable today. He was still himself two days ago, but today… God,
”He’s alright. His wounds just tore a little.”Deirdre felt a pang of guilt. “Sorry, that was me. I didn’t know he was hurt when I pushed him.”“It’s okay. It’s got nothing to do with you at all. Even if you didn’t push him, his wounds would have been torn open anyway. He had been driving all the way here from Central Hospital.”Deirdre froze. That was half an hour's journey! Had he gone mad?She pushed away the complicated feelings as they arose and asked, “What’s with his injuries? I thought he’s been spending his time with Charlene. Did something happen halfway through? An ambush?”“Spending time with Charlene?” Sam was taken aback. “Who told you that? He wasn’t spending time with Charlene.”“No?” Deirdre’s mind turned blank. Brendan had lied to her about the business trip, but Charlene was not the ulterior motive, after all? Then where had he been?No. It did not matter where he had been. He had lied to her. Nothing was going to change that.“So, he was ambushed?”Sam look
Sam shot a worried glance at Deirdre and left. The door closed behind him, but Deirdre was still one step away from opening it again. Brendan gritted through his pain and beckoned. “Come here, Deirdre.”She did not move. Instead, she asked, “Doesn’t your wound need to be addressed?”Brendan’s eyes glinted. “Are you concerned about me?”Deirdre snickered. “Is that even possible?”Brendan’s eyes dimmed. “No,” he remarked with a slight hint of self-deprecation. Deirdre clenched her hands. “Glad we’re on the same page. Now, I'm going if there’s nothing else for me here.”“Where to? It’s late at night.”“Downstairs where I can sleep. Or maybe share a bed with Mrs. Engel.”Brendan’s eyes turned cold. His tone turned firm, like an order. “Come here.”Deirdre was about to say something when he interjected warningly, “You know how I’m like, right? Don’t make me say it twice.”If she made him say it twice, there would be consequences. Deirdre had no idea what kind it could be, but s
Sam almost gave her the answer straight away. He had to stop himself right before it happened and change it to something less direct. “It’s… someone very important to you.”“Someone important… to me?”His answer threw her mind into disarray. She knew Sam would never lie to her over something so trivial, but if that were the case, then who could this person be?A figure took form in her mind, and she immediately rejected it. It could not be her. She was dead.Her mother was dead.“Who?”“I can’t tell you, Miss McKinnon.” Sam intoned helplessly. “All I’m allowed to say is that I did not lie when I said Mr. Brighthall had not been spending his time with Charlene at all. Instead, he had been using all this time to redeem himself in your eyes.“When he was attacked by a gunman yesterday, all he cared about was calling you to tell you he’s fine. But his phone was switched off, and maybe that was why he raced to this place from the hospital as quickly as he could.”Deirdre remembere
“Henry Walker?” Deirdre's face turned ashen. She still remembered how gleeful that man was in his audacity. Of course he would begrudge Tobey for beating him up that badly! Just the thought that Henry would strike when Tobey was down made Deirdre’s chest hurt.“What did he do to him?”Brendan saw how pale she had become and realized that the agony on his shoulders could not compare to the flame burning in his chest at all. “Not much. He abducted Tobey, that’s all.”“Abducted!?” Deirdre’s voice went an octave higher. “W-What happened to Tobey after that? Is he okay!?”Brendan tried his best to shove his displeasure back into his chest. “Deirdre, are you worried about another man in my presence?” He tightened his arms around her and nibbled on the tip of her nose. “You’re bearing my child there, don’t forget that. Especially when your mind seems to be quite occupied with someone else.”Deirdre stiffened. What was this? Jealousy?If he were Kyran, Deirdre would have immediately beli
Deirdre thought of Kyran. Those moments used to be so sweet…And now she felt an equal amount of dejection. She nodded as she pushed back against the tide of emotions. “If you don’t mind, fine.”Deirdre fell asleep shortly after that. Imagine her surprise when she found herself still cuddling with him—she had used Brendan’s arm as her pillow since last night, and she had not changed her position at all. Reeling from her shock, she quickly sat up. Brendan massaged his numbing arm. “Oh, you’re up?”“Aren’t you supposed to go to work?” she blabbered. Her pregnancy had made her lethargic as of late. By this point, it was already 8:00 or 9:00 a.m. On the other hand, Brendan was an early riser—he would wake up at 6:00 a.m. and go to work at 7:00 a.m. sharp. So why was he still here?“I’m injured.” Brendan’s eyes were transfixed on Deirdre. They would not leave her. “As such, I’m staying at home to recuperate. I’ll only go back there once I'm healed up.”Deirdre thought he made s
”Liar!” snarled Deirdre, scowling. She could not believe herself. Falling for another one of Brendan’s lies again!?She turned away from him and ignored him.Brendan locked his fingers into the spaces between hers and pressed his chest against her back. “Don’t be mad.” He breathed in her ears, his warm breath ticklish. “You’re hungry, aren’t you? I should make you some pasta.”“You?” Deirdre scoffed. With injuries like that, he could set the whole kitchen on fire from something as innocuous as making pasta. “I'd rather do it myself. Leave me be.”Brendan’s eyes trembled. A smile shadowed his lips. “Are you telling me you’re going to make a portion for me?”“How did you even come to that? I’m making pasta for myself. I ask you to leave because you’re getting in my way!” She shoved him aside and took some leafy vegetables from a clean, clear bag. Deirdre had spent quite some time in the kitchen shortly after she was married, so she knew its layouts and where everything was by ro
”You’re wrong. You can help me.” Brendan’s lips began to loom close. His face seemed to be zooming in on her eyes. She still could not make out much of his features, but she could feel his breath washing over her.She instinctively froze. “How was I supposed to help?”“Kiss me to relieve me of my pain.”Deirdre’s expression darkened. “This cr*p again?” she snapped and ignored him altogether, rising to her feet as though she was going.Brendan reached out and caught her in the wrist, and the pain of something being torn open flared on his arm.He took a shaky breath, and his fingers quivered. Still, he refused to let go.“Brendan? Are you okay?”He fixed his eyes on her alarmed expression and reacted with a helpless grimace. “I know you hate my guts, Deirdre, but my injury came from rescuing your friend. Can’t you at least be a little nicer to me while I’m recovering?”Deirdre found herself having no counterargument. She would freely admit to loathing Brendan with every fiber of