Mrs. Engel let out a few dry laughs, “Nothing. I’m worried we will run into those people again when we go to the grocery store.”Brendan gave her an assuring gaze and said, “Don’t worry. Just bring her with you.”Mrs. Engel knew that Brendan must have something prepared. She nodded, and just when she was about to turn around, Brendan said, “Oh yeah, don’t forget to buy a chicken.”He did not like the feeling when he saw the chicken in the trash.“Mr. Brighthall… Don’t tell me that you still want Mrs. Brighthall to cook chicken soup for you in her current state?” Mrs. Engel asked, her voice thick with disbelief.If that was really what Brendan wanted, she was perturbed by his low level of emotional intelligence.Brendan’s face sank slightly, and he replied, “It’s none of your business. Just listen to what I told you to do. Besides, don’t tell Deirdre that I’m the one who asked her to go out.”Mrs. Engel nodded.When she returned, Deirdre was already standing in the living room.
“Are you going to beat us up like what you did yesterday?” snarled Mrs. Engel, shielding Deirdre behind her.Deirdre placed her hand on Mrs. Engel’s arm and calmed her down.“It’s okay. I can handle this.”“Mrs. Brighthall…”Deirdre took a step forward. She lowered her head to mask the complicated emotions in her eyes.She did not know what Brendan was trying to do at all. Did he want her to remember these people’s anger so that she would be grateful to him for saving her from her misery? ‘Well… It does seem like something he would do,’ Deirdre thought sarcastically.“After that, she raised her head and said, “Yes, it’s me. What do you guys want? If you want to know more about the news, I can explain about it.”The person standing at the front said, “Explain? No, we don’t need that. You don’t have to explain to us at all. It's just a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry for doing that to you yesterday, Miss McKinnon. We felt bad when we watched the press conference. It's a good
Deirdre did not know if she should trust Brendan or not.After they went back into the car, Brendan looked into the bag and asked, “Mrs. Engel, where is the thing I asked you to buy?”Mrs. Engel smacked her forehead and said, “Oh gosh, I was so confused by them that I forgot to buy it.”“Go buy it now.”Mrs. Engel got out of the car, and Deirdre looked at Brendan in confusion.“What did you ask Mrs. Engel to buy?”“You’ll know about it later.”Deirdre was stumped. There were only vegetables and groceries in the grocery store. She did not know why Brendan had to make it so mysterious. -In a villa, the man narrowed his eyes dangerously as he watched the whole process of Sam going into the hotel room and capturing the people in it.One of his men standing beside him gnashed his teeth and said, “I can’t believe Brendan could still foil our plan despite his injuries. I should have killed him when we were on the mountain!”The man tapped his finger on the table and asked, “So, a
At that time, the only person he cared about was Deirdre. When he was hungry, he would order her to serve him the food regardless of how tired she was. At that time, he felt as if he was doing her a big favor by just talking to her.‘So, this is how her life was… So, this is how she felt…’He had been in there for less than ten minutes, and he was already this tired. One could imagine how tired Deirdre was in the past.“Brendan?” Deirdre knocked on the door again when Brendan did not respond. “Come out now. This isn’t something you can do. If you want some chicken soup, I can give the recipe to Mrs. Engel and ask her to make it for you.”Brendan never expected that he would be defeated by something so trivial as cooking, while he was the alpha in the business circle. It took him a lot of effort to cut the chicken into pieces. After that, he said, “It’s okay. I’m almost done.”‘He’s almost done?’ Deirdre was skeptical. “Open the door now.”Brendan hastily cleaned up the kitche
Deirdre did not know what Brendan had put into the soup, but it tasted just as she expected. It was bitter and salty. “How is it?”Just as Deirdre was about to spit it out, the man sitting next to her asked, his voice filled with expectation, and he looked just like a kid asking for a compliment.In the end, she swallowed it and said, “It’s not bad.”“That means it’s tasty.” Getting a compliment from someone like Deirdre, with superb cooking skills, meant that the soup tasted really good. With that thought in mind, Brendan said, “You should eat more since you’re pregnant. If you like it, I’ll cook for you every day.”Deirdre lowered her head and munched on the meat.Brendan looked at her for a while and got himself a bowl of soup as well. He frowned and spat it out as soon as he put it into his mouth. “What the h*ll is this!?”“Chicken soup,” replied Deirdre. “No, this isn’t chicken soup. The soup you made for me doesn’t taste like this,” Brendan said as he took Deirdre’s b
Blood drained off Charlene’s face entirely when she heard the remark, and she clutched the table with her hands.Yes, Brendan had not come to see her even once since his return from Surstate. Not only that, but he also refused to take her call unless it was something related to Ophelia. Otherwise, he would not be bothered to pay her the slightest attention.She put up with it and ignored his coldness constantly, yet she was extremely embarrassed to be exposed by Connor.“It will be fine when I marry Brendan, and the people of Neve know I’m Mrs. Brighthall.” Charlene caught a breath and said in an arrogant tone, “Deirdre is still a mistress no matter how much Brendan cherishes her. She won’t be able to marry Brendan, and for that, she will cut her losses and run.”“Are you certain you won’t be the one that is gotten rid of first by then?” Connor glanced at the information received on his phone and showed the screen to Charlene. “You’re still dreaming about marrying Brendan, and yo
“You pervert,” she said under her breath and endured the burning heat of her face. “Pervert?” Brendan hugged the woman tighter, and his blazing hot breath was blown on her ear. “This is a man’s normal reaction, Deirdre.”He said meaningfully, “You have to get used to it.”Deirdre could not bear to listen anymore and wanted to get out of bed, but Brendan’s hold on her had only tightened. She could feel the burning temperature of his skin on hers.Deirdre stopped Brendan by saying, “Don’t act rashly, Brendan. I’m pregnant.”She attempted to calm down Brendan with the child. Brendan was prepared. He bit her ear lobe softly and said, “I’ve consulted the doctor.“The doctor said that only the first three months of pregnancy are riskier, but we can engage in appropriate activities after the first trimester. As long as I’m careful, the baby will be fine. Moreover…” Brendan said softly, “Appropriate interaction between us will help to improve our relationship and provide pleasure to y
Upon thinking that Deirdre cooked very well and would frequently change her recipes to encourage his appetite in the past, Brendan could not help looking forward to lunch of the day. However, Brendan came to understand what Deirdre meant in her remark later. He looked at the spinach soup served on the table, and Mrs. Engel explained to him enthusiastically, “Mr. Brighthall, I prepared the soup with spinach, carrots, and other libido-boosting ingredients that will promote recovery for your bodily functions.”Brendan was rendered speechless, and his face turned green with rage.Mrs. Engel assumed Brendan was not fond of others learning about his health concerns, so she hastily explained smilingly, “Don’t be shy, Mr. Brighthall. Your condition is very common in my place. Moreover, you’re almost 30 years old, so it is very normal that your bodily functions are deteriorating. You will only need to recuperate for a while.”Deirdre almost choked on her broccoli soup upon hearing the re