Brendan held Deirdre even more tightly. “Dee… You’re worried about me.”“You… idiot!” Deirdre’s eyes felt warm. God, she had to admit—being in his arms, by his side, made her feel so, so safe. But if the price of this safety was an armageddon of a media firestorm, then she would rather not have any of it. “I.. I am not worried about you! I’m just concerned about myself!”He caressed her hair. “It’s okay. Don’t be scared.”There was no sign of him letting go. He simply held her tightly against his chest.His action ignited a stack of kerosene. The mob rioted.“What the f*ck is this!? Mr. Brighthall, are you protecting a criminal in public!?” “So, the things people said on the Internet about you were right! Deirdre McKinnon is your lover, so you’re protecting her! How could you do this to Miss McKinsey!? This b*tch pushed her down the stairs to kill her, and you, the f*cking fiance, chose to side with the criminal and protect her instead of helping your own fiancee!”“Oh, I get
”I’m fine, Mrs. Engel. Really,” replied Deirdre, smiling, as she felt warmth enveloping her heart. She took a sip of water and turned to Brendan. “Are you going to be okay after, um, today?”“Why? It was nothing.”Deirdre was skeptical of his claim, but she simply could not pry more out of him and decided to get information straight from the horse’s mouth. She waited until Brendan went to his study and asked Mrs. Engel instead. “But Miss McKinnon!”Deirdre flashed a smile. “Don’t worry about how I’m gonna take it, Mrs. Engel. I’ve always been resilient. I’m just curious, that’s all. Just wondering how this whole thing will unravel.”Mrs. Engel searched the Internet for a while and immediately closed the browser. “Those people are acting the same as ever,” she said vaguely. “Uh, Mr. Brighthall’s being dragged into it, but I don’t know if it’s going to affect him that much.”Deirdre's mind turned blank. Of course, it was going to affect him!She shook out of her trance and change
The call was cut short on that hostile note.The finality of the man’s voice made Deirdre’s heart leap. She had expected things to evolve beyond the point of no return, but it did not mean she predicted how far past that point. The deluge of negative public opinion? The civil war within his company? She was the one who had triggered it all.Deirdre’s lips turned pale. She pressed her fingers so hard her nails almost looked transparent.Then, the door was opened. Brendan found her standing right outside, his eyes expressing shock. “Why are you here?”“Because you were inside for so long, I thought I should come to check on you…” she explained. “So, you heard everything?” She nodded with difficulty. Brendan fondled her hair comfortingly. “Don’t overthink it. It has nothing to do with you. The problem lies in me. I should have protected you better.”He lowered his head and leaned his lips close to her hair. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”His sincerity was so overwhelming it got
The sudden weightlessness bewildered Deirdre. She instinctively grabbed his collar as she grimaced in panic. She could feel him opening a door, and then, silently—she found herself gently plopping on the softness of her bed. Her surroundings were too quiet, and she could hear her heart racing. Helplessly, she cried out, “B-Brendan? B-Brendan!”The man in question planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’m here.”She withdrew her fingers into fists. “Please, don’t…”The nervous dread on her face annoyed him enough that he snorted. “‘Please don’t’? Really?” Deirdre parted her lips, but Brendan continued before she could explain herself further. “I’m not an animal, Dee. I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re still injured. I’m only worried about you. Once I finish administering medicine on your injuries, I’ll leave.”His movement was so gentle that Deirdre blanked and tacitly allowed him to do whatever he wanted to do. As it turned out, Brendan did exactly what he s
Deirdre took a seat on the couch and automatically turned on the TV. She surfed several channels, and as expected, all of them were talking about the incident where Brendan took her from the hospital. It was less of a splash and more of a tidal wave. Several members of the board of the Brighthall Group had released statements clarifying the distance between themselves and the man at the center of infamy. The Internet was even more heated.Deirdre was certain she would be subjected to the full tapestry of Internet mob commentaries if she could see.Brendan seemed to have become public enemy number one—and that fact sucked the light out of Deirdre’s eyes.Mrs. Engel hurried out of the kitchen. “Good morning, Miss McKinnon! I’ve made some herbal soup, so come on and give it a try. If you don’t like it, I’ll change the recipe—”She faltered, freezing in her steps. Then, hesitantly, she said, “Uh, I suggest not listening to all of this nonsense, Miss McKinnon…”Deirdre cast her eyes
“No, I did not. My only evidence is what I heard from my mom. She said when a woman’s pregnant with a girl, their skin starts to glow and become smoother than ever. It’s happening to you.”Deirdre instinctively rubbed her face and felt none of that. “You’re making it up. I feel no difference!”“That’s because you can’t see it.” Brendan teased her, smiling. “Or… maybe my eyes have the lover filter on.”Deirdre turned her attention back to her soup as the rest of her body erupted into flustered flame.It was then that Sam rushed inside. Seeing the couple having their meal, he looked down and greeted them. “Good morning, Mr. Brighthall. Miss McKinnon.”Brendan took a sip of the soup. “What?”“Those old farts in the company are hosting an event tonight. They’re going to promote Desmond Griffin as the acting CEO!” Sam answered, gritting his teeth. “Oh, is that so?” Brendan’s eyes darkened. “They’re moving fast.”“H*ll, I bet they planned this to happen! I’m sure they would have wit
Brendan was willingly humbling himself to appreciate the gorgeously aesthetic woman.“Beautiful, very beautiful.”The stylist behind them covered her mouth in shock. Although it wasn’t her first time seeing such an act, she couldn’t believe that Brendan was doing it. After all, Brendan was the ruler of Neve. Even though he was somewhat restricted because of scandals, he was supposed to be superior, but he was so loving toward this lady.If it wasn't for the privacy of her guests, she would have taken photos and sent them to the group chat.Feeling uneasy, Deirdre withdrew her hand. “Are you sure? I’m not only a nobody. I’m also a suspect. Those board members will be rude if you take me to the banquet.”“It'll be good for me if they show rude behavior.”As expected, Brendan wanted her to enrage those people.Though feeling helpless, Deirdre didn’t say a word and got in the car along with Brendan.Upon arriving at the company’s parking lot, Brendan warned Deirdre while they were
Many people were surprised because Brendan had not been invited to the banquet!Striding over, Desmond asked, “Brendan Brighthall! Don't you care about a woman, even if it means sacrificing the company’s future? Why are you here today?”After Brendan took the champagne from the waiter, he replied, “I just heard that the company is holding an internal banquet, yet I was not informed. I thought you were too happy that you forgot to invite me. So, I’m here just to congratulate you.”“Congratulate?” Desmond’s shrewd eyes were full of distrust. “Given your reputation in public, not shaming the company is already the biggest congratulation you can offer. You are not welcome at this banquet! We gave you a chance, but you didn’t know when to back off!”“Shaming?” Smiling, Brendan raised his glass. “Speaking of shaming, it seems that your acts were no better than mine in the past.”“Bren, I heard five years ago about a man named Desmond Griffin, who called two women into his room, and his