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
Deirdre opened her eyes from the noise and froze. Brendan, too, heard it, but neither of them moved. Someone was knocking, not on Deirdre’s room but Brendan’s. It did not take a genius to know who this not-mysterious-knocker could be, given the timing at late night.A while later, the confirmation came unprompted. “Bren? Bren! Are you asleep already?” Charlene urged.“Now what?” Deirdre asked in an undertone. Brendan was in her room! If Charlene continued to knock, she would soon realize no one was inside. “God, you shouldn’t have come here!”“It’s going to be fine,” Brendan replied calmly before beckoning Deirdre to lean close.Charlene went on knocking for a while despite nobody answering, and she started to grumble to herself. Brendan was famous for being a light sleeper, and he did not usually sleep this early in the night. Even if he did manage to fall asleep, all that noise she made should have woken him! Thus, why was there neither sound nor anyone answering the door?She
Brendan pinched the bridge of his nose as if he was trying to fight back fatigue. “I accidentally took a nap during my bath. What’s the matter?” “Oh, it was nothing,” Charlene smiled. “I was just enjoying a chat with Miss McKinnon.”“A chat?” snarled Deirdre, clearly not in the mood to play along. “I’m not in the mood to engage in brain-rotting chatter in the middle of the freezing night. Miss McKinney, though, spent a good few minutes knocking on your door until everyone in the house woke up!”She turned on her heels and slammed her door shut.Brendan turned his attention back to Charlene. His face was markedly devoid of rage, impatience, or any emotion. Still, his attention lingered on her body for a far longer time than he usually did.“Aren’t you cold?” he finally remarked.Of course Charlene was cold—her getup was scant by design! She did not expect Brendan to take his bath this late into the night either. But since he put it that way… Charlene would not let this perfect ex
Charlene was strangely not irritated at all. She rebutted Deirdre with a cheery smile, “I’ll just take Miss McKinnon’s ornery behavior as good old venting and move on.”Her mood was blazingly sunny. She took up a seat at the side and took her fill of breakfast, spirited, when there was suddenly a series of commotion outside.To Charlene's surprise, Madame Brighthall strutted inside with Brendan at her tail. She rose. “Bren, it’s early! Why are you here?”Brendan shot her a warning glance. Madame Brighthall strode inside hurriedly straight toward Deirdre. She picked up the young woman’s hand and examined it, remarking, “God, you’ve got bonier…”A pang hit Madame Brighthall. “God, that detainment center is just a hotbed for inhumane practices! How could the people working there not try to help? Especially since you’re pregnant!”A wave of emotions washed over Deirdre. She knew Madame Brighthall’s concern and care for her were genuine. “It’s okay, Madame Brighthall. I didn’t actu
Charlene was feeling a little smug, though. She was the one in the passenger seat! That meant something about her status in Brendan’s heart. Being the city’s elite family, they were allowed to skip the queue and go straight to the check-ups. As Deirdre lay on the examination bed, Charlene suddenly asked, “Do we know the sex of the baby yet, doctor?”The doctor was personally against answering questions like sex and gender before the baby was born, but his client was the Brighthalls. He would not dare to defy them. “It’s a girl. You’ll be seeing a sweet little princess soon,” she answered as skillfully as she could. Charlene stole a look at Brendan’s reaction. His eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes were as dark and unlit as the abyss. It was as if the answer displeased him…She curled the corner of her lips and feigned shock. “A girl? That can’t be right. Are you sure?”“As sure as ever be.” Charlene gave an implicative “Oh!” while Madame Brighthall seethed. What was the point of
After the examination was over, Deirdre and Madame Brighthall exited the consultation room, only for the latter to see Brendan leaning against the wall nearby with Charlene snaking her arm around his.In the past, Brendan would have immediately taken his arm right out of hers. The fact that she could hold onto him for so long was a statement Madame Brighthall could not ignore—and the cue for her expression to immediately darken as she led Deirdre out of the way. Brendan and Charlene followed them closely. When Madame Brighthall and Deirdre were about to get into the man’s car, Brendan suddenly said, “You and Deirdre will be going home in Sam’s car. Where I’m heading isn’t in the mansion’s direction.”Sam appeared and opened the backseat door. Madame Brighthall’s hand froze in mid-action. Her ire finally flared. “Dee has just finished her examination, Brendan! Where are you going if you’re not going to stay at home with her?” “I have work to do,” he replied flatly. “It was just
Charlene wanted to ignore it, but a glance at the screen made her change her mind.Deirdre’s voice came as soon as she answered it, murmuring, “When are you coming home, Brendan? I… I’m having some difficulty breathing. Please take me to a hospital.”Breathing difficulty?Charlene snickered to herself. God, what a pathetic excuse this b*tch had cooked up. Deirdre acted as though she did not care, yet quietly proved that she was hoping she could win Brendan’s heart through her kid anyway. What a wh*re.“It hurts to burst your bubble, Miss McKinnon, but it’s me. Bren’s not in a state to answer your call, I’m afraid.”There was silence from the other side. Then, Deirdre spoke coldly. “Why isn’t he answering me? What’s he doing next to you?”“Well…” Charlene gave a chuckle worth more than a thousand words. “Do you really want me to spell it out, Miss McKinnon?”“Where is Brendan!?” Deirdre’s voice was shaking. “I want him to talk to me! Now!”Charlene hung up the call and felt exhi
She meant Neve Hospital? Charlene pried the curtains open, revealing the building right opposite the bar they had been staying in. What a coincidence! How could she possibly let up the chance to screw Deirdre even harder?She hung up the call and decided to text: [I’m on the first floor of Nyx’s Pub. Had too much last night. I’m having a stomach upset. If there’s any relief medicine, please bring some for me. I think it’s time we talk.]After ensuring the address was right, Charlene sent their location to Mrs. Engel’s number and deleted all of Brendan’s conversation history and text messages. Then, she dropped his phone back where it was. She looked out of the window and watched Mrs. Engel and Deirdre coming out of the hospital. Meanwhile, the door to the bathroom was unlocked. Brendan emerged from it, his black hair matted. He was wearing his shirt from yesterday and trying to smooth the accumulated wrinkles. He took his phone and was ready to leave. “Bren?” Charlene watch