‘Out all night, huh?’Deirdre was under the assumption that he was back but sleeping in the next room. She said in frustration, “It’s possible… that I slightly pissed him off…”“Angry with you, Mrs. Brighthall? That can’t be possible.” Mrs. Engel was astonished. “How can Mr. Brighthall possibly be angry with you when he loves you so much? Or… did something happen last night?”Deirdre had a hard time finding the right words. She could not tell Mrs. Engel that she had failed to seduce Brendan and that he found her cheap, right?It would be humiliating.“Nothing much… We got into a small quarrel, and Brendan was angry, so he left.”Mrs. Engel was curious. “Small quarrel? For real? Mr. Brighthall would actually be angry with you…”She muttered to herself while she headed to the kitchen to serve breakfast. Deirdre nibbled on the fork and thought, ‘I’ll just apologize if nothing else works. I can’t just let this situation continue until more conflicts are triggered. If he isn’t fo
Deirdre found his temperament almost too zig-zagging to make sense. In the past, she could ingratiate with him as much as she wanted, no questions asked. But now, the same things suddenly irritated him.She ducked, squeezing her shoulders into herself, and cast her sight to the floor to begin feeling and salvaging the documents.At that moment, Brendan suddenly yanked her arm toward him and, by extension, her entire body. Before she knew it, the force nailed her legs across his lap, her shocked expression facing his visage.It was a…. rather suggestive position to be in.Deirdre froze as she sensed Brendan drawing her into himself before he rested his chin on her shoulder.“God. What must I do, Deirdre?” he asked, surprisingly defeatedly.Deirdre blinked. Her fingers slipped gently before lacing around his strong, firm arm. She did not find their position repulsive—just awkward.“You’re not mad anymore?”Brendan looked up. “What good does my anger do? It doesn’t matter how angr
“Where’s Mr. Brighthall?” Mrs. Engel asked. “Why isn’t here with us?”Deirdre seemingly blinked back to attention. “He, uh, said there’s a lot of things at work pending his attention for the moment, so he’s not going to join us. Just send his portion upstairs.”“That busy, huh?”Deirdre thinned her lips. “The company is going through a massive purge, Mrs. Engel. He needs to ensure that every single position is being occupied by someone reliable and trustworthy, which means he’s now an even bigger micromanager. It’s only normal for him to be so… busy.”“I see,” Mrs. Engel replied noncommittally before muttering, “Gosh, it isn’t easy to found a business, right? I’ll immediately bring his portion upstairs before Mr. Brighthall gnaws on his fingernails out of hunger.”“Alright.”Deirdre finished her dinner alone. Brendan did not step into her room all night.Mrs. Engel later told Deirdre that the man spent his night on the couch in his study. “I was thinking if we should put these
“Here’s the thing. We don’t give a damn who you’ll end up marrying, but since we’ll be staying together for a while, let me give you a piece of advice,” Deirdre said a little apathetically. “Mrs. Engel is going to be your housekeeper and your cook. That means she has plenty of chances to surprise you, don’t you think?”Mrs. Engel caught on. “She’s right, Miss McKinney. Protecting yourself against obvious enemies is one thing, but against someone who you depend on? It would be easy for me to place some pins on your pillow… Or spit in your filet…”Charlene’s expression darkened before the older woman finished. “You dare!?”Mrs. Engel shot a disgusted glare. “What’s stopping me? I’ll quit once Miss McKinnon leaves anyway. You don’t even know where my home is. I am not scared of your petty payback!”Charlene gnashed her teeth for a while before her ire subsided a little. She glared daggers at Deirdre and turned her umbrage back against the latter. “You turn being a doormat into an art
“Where’s Deirdre?”Mrs. Engel’s impression of Brendan had sunk to its nadir. Had he not been her employer, she would have ignored him as though he did not exist. “She’s in her room.”“Hmm.”He sounded so non-committal and nonchalant it irritated Mrs. Engel enough to speak out. “Mr. Brigthall, Charlene McKinney arrived and told me to prepare a guest room for her. She said she’s going to stay here for a few days!”“She’s here already?” Brendan remarked flatly. There was no sign to paint his reaction to lean either joy or disgust. In fact, it sounded as if he had been expecting it to happen. “Her injury hasn’t healed yet, and I’m not usually at home. You should pay some attention to it while you can.”Mrs. Engel was appalled. “And you don’t think this is unfair to Miss McKinnon, Mr. Brighthall? She’s pregnant with your child, sir, while you invite Charlene to stride into a house that belongs to the both of you as if—”“Is dinner ready?” Brendan suddenly interjected. She froze. “Y-
Deirdre emerged from her room, causing Mrs. Engel’s eyes to twinkle before she immediately rushed to greet her. “Mrs. Brighthall! You’re here!”Brendan immediately pulled his arm out of Charlene’s.Charlene glowered. She finally had the chance to be alone with Brendan before this b*tch decided to ruin it! Not that she could point her fingers right now. Deirdre was bearing Brendan’s child. It was only normal that the man was disinclined to show any sign of intimacy with her while the woman he impregnated was standing right there.Thus, Charlene launched back into her well-practiced pretense. “Aren’t you feeling unwell, Miss McKinnon? Why are you here?”Deirdre descended the stairs with Mrs. Engel’s help and curled the corner of her lips. “I got hungry just like you, Miss McKinney. After all, I’m pregnant,” she replied. “Besides, this is your first meal since coming to my house, and it’d be so unbecoming and improper of me not to join in.”Her smile screamed deliberation. She was
Storm clouds pooled around Brendan’s visage almost instantly. He locked his eyes dead on Deirdre’s face, snarling, “How long are you going to act like a brat, McKinnon!?”The commotion summoned Mrs. Engel out of the kitchen. Seeing ceramic pieces bathing in a pool of pumpkin soup on the floor, the good woman immediately tried to de-escalate the situation.“Mr. Brighthall, please hear me out! Mrs. Brighthall had never liked pumpkin soups! I can vouch for that! This is why I made something else for her instead. She’s not trying to make things hard for you, I promise!”Deirdre’s face was ashen and unyielding. “You don’t have to explain anything to that thick skull, Mrs. Engel. I’m always wrong to him anyway!” She sulked.Brendan scowled. His patience was running out. “You’re the one who’s been acting out like a petulant tw*t since you were released from the detainment center!” he thundered. “If anything in this house offends your oh-so-high horses, talk it out like a grown-up! Nobody
All Brendan cared about was the kid Deirdre bore him, right? So what would happen… if Charlene got pregnant too?The young woman thought long and hard about it as she savored her risotto. When she was done, she got up and went for a bath as preparation. Deirdre lay on her back alone and watched the sky turn darker and darker. Sleep came to her like a cascade, but a second after she drifted off, she heard soft noises coming from her balcony. It sounded as if someone was opening her window. She pulled herself up with her palms, but before she could even see anything, the figure that entered her room through the balcony threw their arms around her and locked her in a suffocating embrace.Deirdre froze. Shock gradually displaced her sleep. Then, softly, she urged, “Have you gone nuts?”The first floor did not sound like much on paper, but it was still a considerable height to fall from. The fact that this unhinged man had decided to climb out of his window and into hers as if he wou