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
”How’s drinking too much supposedly comparable to a pregnant woman’s health issue!?” Mrs. Engel fumed. “And this is a matter between Mr. Brighthall and Mrs. Brighthall! It’s none of your business!”“Mrs. Engel, you forgot yourself,” Brendan suddenly said, his voice dangerously low. “Don’t make me hear this again.”Mrs. Engel froze. She was stunned.Deirdre clenched her fingers so hard her nails turned white. She raised her head. “What do you think we forgot about, huh? The ‘fact’ that we’re supposed to be nothing more than a mute or a lowly servant in your eyes?” Brendan’s eyebrows furrowed. Charlene snickered. ‘Deirdre, you insolent, stupid b*tch. She thinks Brendan will let her go after talking back at him like that?’Charlene predicted Brendan’s reaction to a tee. A sheen of frost overcame Brendan’s face as he coldly said, “I want you to be obedient and deliver my child without accident.”“Ah, so you want me to be a mute and a servant altogether. You really think you can do a
Deirdre did not even blink. “Uh, thanks for pointing out the obvious, I guess? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Mope and not eat because a b*tch f*cked a jack*ss last night?”Charlene sneered. “You’re awfully calm despite the fact that I f*cked your man, Miss McKinnon. I guess all of your love martyr behaviors in the past were all for show, after all. Welp, that’s actually good news for you. Since you’re so good at sharing, I guess I’ll allow Bren to continue his sexual relationship with you after we’re married, if only so he has a guaranteed outlet and mate to play with when I’m busy.”Mrs. Engel was hardly the only one who reacted. Deirdre grimaced in disgust, too. “Uh, no thanks. Unlike our Miss McKinney here, I’m not in the habit of putting a piece of chewed gum from the floor into my mouth.”Charlene immediately turned her sight outside. “Did you hear that, Bren? I was trying to be accommodating to her, but she called you…”Brendan stepped into the room, and an overcast shado
Feeling refreshed after using the women's bath gel, Brendan held and embraced Deirdre in his arms. Seeking compliments, he asked, “Am I still smelly this time?”“Yes,” said Deirdre bluntly and stubbornly. “Please don’t come into my room at this time. I don’t want to handle the trouble when Charlene comes looking for you.”Upon sensing something, Brendan lifted Deirdre’s chin with his fingertips, stared at her facial expression, and pondered. “Are you angry?”“It’s just an act. Why should I be angry?” replied Deirdre rather embarrassedly. “In that case, why am I feeling that you are as jealous as a cat?” Brendan chuckled.“You have been overthinking. I just find it bothersome—” murmured Deirdre.But before she could finish her words, Brendan’s lips met hers. Their breaths were mixed up and messy. When they were done, Brendan said, “Deirdre, if only you could somewhat harden your heart.”“What do you mean?” asked Deirdre, looking pale.“Nothing has happened between Charlene and
Deirdre was stunned for a while, feeling touched.Other than Madame Brighthall, Mrs. Engel was the only one who treated her well.Deirdre let Mrs. Engel in before she sat on the chair. As Deirdre smelled the aroma of the stuffed vegetables, she began to feel hungry and started nibbling.Mrs. Engel couldn’t stay idle and began cleaning. Suddenly, she saw a man’s shirt, which had just been taken off in the bathroom.Startled, she picked it up and saw that it was the one Brendan had been wearing earlier.While eating, Deirdre didn’t hear any sound from Mrs. Engel’s movements. Hence, she lifted her head and asked, “Mrs. Engel, what’s wrong?”Mrs. Engel came to her senses and tossed the shirt aside.“Nothing. I’m just tired from cleaning and need to rest against the wardrobe for a while.” Mrs. Engel changed the subject and asked, “Mrs. Brighthall, how’s the taste of the stuffed vegetables this time?”“They are very delicious, just like the taste of my hometown,” replied Deirdre, fin