“Oh, he’s right, Miss McKinnon! I just remembered that I have a lot of work cut out for me. I guess I can only try your cooking some other time.”With that, Sam left. Brendan turned to Deirdre’s deadpanned stare and said placidly, “He knows he’s too busy to quietly and slowly enjoy these simple things in life. I’ll have to do.”Of course, Deirdre knew Brendan had threatened Sam into leaving. “It’s a big pot of soup, for crying out loud. Can you finish it by yourself?”“I can,” Brendan replied under his breath. “If you’re the one who made it, then I’ll drink it all.”Deirdre thought Brendan was exaggerating, but it turned out he made do with his promise, after all. It even shocked Mrs. Engel by the time she returned to the mansion. Brendan was not known for his appetite, which had only grown smaller after his injuries. Deirdre drank about half of her own portion and believed that there was nothing especially delicious about her soup, anyway.Brendan pulled her into his arms when
It took Deirdre shaking out of her stupor to realize she had been smiling.It stunned her. Was she… falling in love with Brendan? Again?“Miss McKinnon? We’re here,” said Mrs. Engel. She nodded and got out of the car. They made their way to the shopping district and visited some interesting places. When they passed by a shop selling baby clothes, Mrs. Engel could not help but stop. “Oh, the clothes inside are so adorable, Miss McKinnon! I want to buy one for your kid. Is that okay?”“That’s too soon, Mrs. Engel! My baby isn’t even born yet.” Deirdre tittered.“But if we wait for that, that adorable outfit will become someone else’s possession, and I’m not gonna let that happen. You know what they say: seize the moment!” the older woman replied excitedly before pulling Deirdre into the store.Helplessly, Deirdre let Mrs. Engel drag her inside.The lighting was warm as it enveloped Deirdre. It eased her tension, and she began to feel the fabric used for those tiny clothes. Their
What is going on? Had Brendan been deceiving her all along!?Mrs. Engel was trying her best to comfort the distraught young woman. “Miss McKinnon, please calm down! You can’t just listen to something she said and immediately believe her, right? Why is whatever she said automatically real? Mr. Brighthall’s gunshot wound is real, you saw that. There was no lie about that!”She was right. Brendan’s injury was real, or he would not have been so hurt he could not sleep. Henry’s sister could have lied just to gain forgiveness and sympathy. And yet, Deirdre’s mind was in disarray. Any mood she had to stay in the shopping district was gone. She hailed a cab and quickly returned to the mansion. She strode into the living room and found nobody there. She rose the stairs to where the study was, and right before she pushed the door open, she heard sounds—a conversation.“Have you found our wanted person?”“We’re close. The mole hides well, so it’s not easy to sniff them out for the time be
”No, that’s not true,” said Brendan, battling his impulse to pull Deirdre into his arms. He poured his sincerity out as he declared, “I mean it when I say I love you.”Deirdre sneered. “You really think I’m going to believe you the second time? You’re only going to throw another gut punch over and over again! Get away from me, Brendan. I can’t stand a second of breathing the same air you do!”She gnashed her teeth and descended the stairs hurriedly.Mrs. Engel, mortified, hurried after her. Brendan rubbed his brows tiredly. No matter how accustomed he had grown to the caustic words she said, it still hurt him like a knife sinking into his chest. Sam was rueful. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Brighthall! I shouldn’t… I didn’t know she was standing behind the door… I shouldn’t have said that…”“It’s not your fault.” Brendan opened his eyes. He felt as though his body was crumbling. “Even I couldn’t have predicted her return at this time, let alone someone like you. The real fault lies with m
”Mr. Brighthall, if I may?” Mrs. Engel began worriedly. “I don’t know what happened between you and Mrs. Brighthall, but I haven’t been blind to how you’ve been treating her. I’m hard-pressed to believe anyone who says you don’t care about her, okay? I also don’t really understand why you had to lie to her, but if I may… Mrs. Brighthall is a very sensitive person. She needs security, Mr. Brighthall. Lying to her once is enough. Please, don’t do it again… before her heart turns to stone.”A fog seemed to have dawned on Brendan’s eyes. “I understand what you say, but I’m afraid this is more complicated than you might have imagined. For now, please focus on taking care of Deirdre.”Mrs. Engel raised her head. “Are you leaving?”Brendan remembered the things Charlene had said that day, his expression darkening. “No, not leaving. I simply have something important I must settle.”He went upstairs. Naturally, the door to Deirdre’s room was locked, so he knocked. “Can I come in, Dee?”The
Deirdre froze before jeering, “Aww, I feel so bad for you, Mr. Brighthall. Spending quality time with Charlene must have exhausted you, but duty compelled you to carry on pretending to be a good father by escorting me to this insignificant check-up!”Brendan stiffened. His lips parted as though he wanted to say something before giving up. “I’ll carry you into the car.”“Oh, no need to trouble yourself with me.” Deirdre pulled the coat over herself, her hostility palpable, and made her way slowly to the car as much as her sight could offer her. She took the passenger seat.The journey was a silent one. Could anyone believe just how these two would unconsciously hold hands together a few days ago whenever they stopped at a traffic light? They reached the hospital without a hitch, and the procedure began. The ultrasound quickly revealed the child to his parents—Brendan felt his palm sweating at the sight. It was just hard to imagine how small their baby was. It was not even 9cm long.
Brendan sank into silence. Deirdre withdrew her fingers into her palm and turned away. The journey was a silent one as they drove to the old residence. Since Brendan had informed the Brighthall family entourage beforehand, several maids and domestic workers waited for her arrival.When Deirdre got out of the car, Brendan said, “There has always been just one person in my heart, and that’s you, Dee. I just need more time.”He did not stop to visit the house. Instead, he drove away.Deirdre had not even made her way to the living room when Madame Brighthall appeared and hurried toward her. One of the maids was even calling out to her from behind. “Please, ma’am! It’s cold and windy out here! You should put on more clothes!”Deirdre stayed where she was, her feet rooted to the ground.Madame Brighthall approached and greeted jovially, “Deirdre, dear, Bren told me you’re coming to stay for two days!”Brendan had even lied to his mother. Deirdre nodded instead of telling his mothe
“I mean, what’s there to say this is what he’s planning to do at all? If you ask me, I think Mr. Brighthall just wants the kid inside of her, not necessarily her. The one he truly loves has got to be Miss McKinsey, right? What they have is a solid, several years-worth of relationship, and that’s far more than what a pretender could ever come close to.”“You say that, but I can tell just how real and sincere Mr. Brighthall’s care and concern for Miss McKinnon is, you know?”“Of course, he’s concerned. She’s the mother of his child! Of course, he has to give a damn about her. She’s pregnant, for crying out loud. Is he going to let her throw a fit? Trigger her into some hysterics?”The voices faded into the distance just as their words began to take a more mocking shape.Deirdre thought she had grown numb to comments like these, and yet hearing the word “pretender” still felt like a knife in her chest. It did not matter how hard she tried. In the end, she would always be seen as a p