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.

he said, “Sorry for that, Miss McKinnon. You know these media people, right? They ain’t got nothing to do all day other than spew baseless speculations for cheap entertainment. Mr. Brighthall and Miss

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

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

for a while and then

heart felt cold from

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

screen unseeingly. A few beats of silence later, she forced a smile. “I’m not sleepy, though. Probably slept too much in the hospital. You don’t have to worry about me. Just go. I won’t

throat. Deirdre running away was the least

No.

thought out. He was just a subordinate

to remember that.

case, excuse me, Miss