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Chapter 837 Do You Really Love Miss McKinnon?
Brendan showed up at the door, appearing rather tired. His sharp eyebrows were tightly furrowed and only relaxed
ever so slightly at the sight of Deirdre having dinner quietly in the dining room. He walked over and placed the box
in his hand on the table.
"Why are you having dinner so late?"
Deirdre ignored the man’s concerning inquiry and kept her head lowered to eat her meal.
Brendan paid no attention to her reaction and opened the box. "It's a good time, though. Have a taste of the cake I
bought you. I remember that you used to like this pastry shop's cake in the past."
He had waited in line for two hours. Otherwise, he would have returned earlier.
He picked up one of the cake slices and placed it on Deirdre's plate.
She did not respond to that and got up after finishing her meal and headed upstairs.
"Deirdre?" Brendan furrowed his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to clutch the woman's wrist. Before he could
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsay, "What's going on with you?" Deirdre caught him off guard by freeing herself. Her eyes were calm but filled with
faint hatred and disgust.
"Don't touch me."
Brendan was stunned when Deirdre flung away his hand. He had no idea why Deirdre would suddenly behave so
differently when they were still sitting together intimately this afternoon.
He calmed himself and thought about it. It seemed that there was no better explanation other than his late arrival.
"I'm home late today because the pastry shop you like was packed with customers. I waited in a very long queue for
two hours."
Deirdre wanted to applaud him because he had come up with a good explanation.
It was a parade of his love, but at the same time, it explained his lateness. Had she not taken the stroll today out of
a sudden inspiration, perhaps she would not have been able to see through the man's lie and would have accepted
the man's explanation as the truth.
"Did you wait in line for two hours, or did you engage in two hours of intimacy with someone else?"
Deirdre found him filthy at the thought of him touching Charlene earlier.
She would play along with Brendan but could not stand filthiness either.
'You’re the CEO of the Brighthall Group. Aren't you most skilled in utilizing my privilege? Even if you have to wait in
line for two hours, someone would be willing to get you what you want out of respect if you just said so, right?'
Brendan furrowed his eyebrows and found Deirdre's sarcastic remark unpleasant to his ears.
"I don't utilize my privilege in all circumstances. You used to wait in line to get me my favorite bagel for five hours,
and I would like to experience what you went through."
Brendan took a deep breath. "I acknowledge that I'm home late tonight, and I won't do it again. Don't be angry."
Deirdre's gaze dimmed.
His remark sounded sincere. Perhaps she would have fallen for it had she not encountered the incident during dusk.
'Your time of arriving home is none of my business. You and I are not bound by anything, so I cannot restrict your
freedom. I hope that you can respect me and set me free after the child is born."
Upon saying that, Deirdre headed upstairs, holding the handrail with great determination. She left Brendan to look
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmat her departing silhouette.
Brendan turned his head to look at the half-opened box and the untouched cake. He felt overwhelmed with
complicated feelings in his heart.
He was well aware of the barrier in his relationship with Deirdre that existed from the start but did not expect the
relationship to be on the brink of a collapse when they were still deeply lovey-dovey a moment ago.
He believed that something must have happened.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Engel, who had been feeling anxious in the kitchen all this time, walked out with hesitation in her
expression.
"Sir, there's something that I wonder if I should let you know despite being a subordinate..." She said in a troubled
manner, "Do you really love Miss McKinnon?"
Brendan frowned. 'Why do you ask?"
Mrs. Engel said, "If you really love Miss McKinnon, why did you still get involved with Charlene? You even
accompanied Charlene to visit your mother this afternoon. Let alone Miss McKinnon, even I would feel displeased if
I were in her place."
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