Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 164 Is The Wedding Coming Soon?

Deirdre was in a daze. They were going to see Brendan’s parents at the old Brighthall mansion?

Well. Their relationship was progressing swimmingly, was it not? Was that why Brendan could not imagine how wicked Charlene really was?

She snickered self-deprecatingly. “Let’s go back to the mansion.”

She doubted that man would skip going to the mansion tonight.

Sam heeded her order, and the car was on its way. Deirdre marched inside when they arrived and took a seat on the living room couch. The long wait began.

The boredom of waiting could be mind-numbing, Sam knew, so he turned the TV on. The first thing that leaped onto the screen were images of Brendan and Charlene shopping for goodies. Then came the speculations of media talking heads and celebrity gossipers.

“The dashing, young CEO of Brighthall Group has been in a very stable relationship with the same young woman for two years, and now, they were caught on a shopping trip together. Is this a sign of a very specific celebration coming up? Maybe the country will be treated to news of their wedding by the end of this year!”

Deirdre froze.

nothing to do all day other than spew baseless speculations for cheap entertainment. Mr. Brighthall and Miss

a small smile. She appeared unfazed.” Whether those two are in a relationship or not doesn’t concern me at

scanned her mien for any sign of her being upset, but he found no obvious emotional arousal. Hel sighed in relief and stared at her in slight disbelief. These two had spent the night together just a few hours ago, had they not? So how could she not feel even a pang of sorrow after hearing that the man was moving on with another woman right before the

remained in the living room for a while and then left, leaving the young woman alone on the couch, suffering

felt cold from

how much time had passed, but she could guess that it was probably near dusk because Sam was about to leave. He could not resist voicing a suggestion even as he was about to excuse himself, though. “Maybe you should rest in your bedroom instead of camping out here, Miss McKinnon. I mean, if Mr. Brighthall has a little too much to drink, he might decide to just spend the night in the old residence, right? But I bet he’s gonna come here

the TV screen unseeingly. A few beats of silence later, she forced a smile. “I’m not sleepy,

felt his reply choking in his throat. Deirdre running away was

No.

checked himself and snuffed the thought out. He

to remember that.

In that case, excuse me, Miss McKinnon. Have a