Chapter 798 I Will Only Hate You More
All of a sudden, Brendan's dark eyes glistened for a brief moment before dimming again. "How did he die?"
Sam was overwhelmed with emotions. "He got into a conflict with someone on the street, and he was..."
Brendan furrowed his eyebrows and fell silent.
Sam was a close acquaintance of Steven, so he was having trouble accepting the situation. "How did that happen
so suddenly? Steven would never get into a fight so easily in view of his personality. In addition, he was living
abroad, so he should be more vigilant and cautious. How did that..."
Brendan did not speak, but his dark eyes were glistening with emotions. After a while, he said, "Noted. You may
leave first."
Sam nodded and headed outside.
Brendan continued to read the documents, but he was distracted. He lit a cigarette and then put it out again, his
dark eyes tainted with shock.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt'Dead... How did he die at such a coincidental time?'
Steven was living well abroad initially, and when Brendan wanted to inquire him about the prison situation, Steven
got into a mishap soon afterward. It felt as if someone was trying to cover up a secret.
Brendan clenched his fists tightly.
He had no doubts about the incidents that had taken place in the prison back in that year because he knew very
well that Steven would not be able to hide his tricks perfectly. He was supposed to know if anything bad were to
happen to Deirdre in prison at once.
Unless...
Brendan thought of something, and his dark eyes dimmed quickly.
Dark clouds covered the sky when Brendan returned to the mansion. The light in the living room was on. He opened
the door to find only Mrs. Engel, and his gaze dimmed for a brief moment.
"Where's Deirdre?"
"Mrs. Brighthall is tired and is resting upstairs.” Mrs. Engel took Brendan’s jacket and noticed something. She said,
"Have you been drinking, Mr.
Brighthall?"
"Hmm, a little."
Mrs. Engel was enlightened. "It's inevitable for you to drink during social activities for work. Shall I prepare a
hangover remedy for you? You will get a headache tomorrow morning otherwise."
"It's fine." Brendan said, "I didn't drink much, and I'll be fine after resting for a night. You should rest early too."
"Sure."
Brendan headed upstairs and opened the door to the room. He found Deirdre on the bed, and she really was sound
asleep. Her breathing was slow and even, but her body was curled up due to her lack of security, forming a small
bulge under the blanket.
He made his way to the woman’s side, and the sight of her calm, sleeping face enlivened his cold heart. He could
not take his eyes off her and stretched out his hand to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
In the next moment, Deirdre opened her eyes drowsily. "Brendan?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Hmm, did I wake you up?"
He spoke in an unprecedentedly gentle tone that sounded like Kyran...
Deirdre gnashed her teeth and cleared her head. "Have you been drinking?"
"Hmm, not much."
'Why-"
She was about to inquire further when the man's kiss landed on her and engulfed her words. He did not do it
brutally as he did previously, but it was more like he was venting his emotions. He appeared to be more gentle and
affectionate in his intoxicated state, as if he did not wish to hurt Deirdre.
He was so gentle that he would leave if Deirdre gave him the slightest push.
Deirdre batted her eyelashes and was fully awake quickly. She shoved Brendan away and asked, "What are you
doing?"
Brendan said in a self-mocking tone, "Can't I kiss you a little when we've been together for so long?"
'Together for so long?" Deirdre found it ridiculous. "How long have we been together? Three years, four years? Did
you look me in the eyes when I married you? Did you have feelings for me?
"Or do you think that I'm just as foolish as I was in the past? That I will be charmed and tricked by you once again
when you assume Kyran's identity? Let me tell you this. I won’t! I will only be disgusted by you!"
The words 'disgusted by you' were unpleasant to the ears and ached Brendan's heart.