Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 593 Did You Really Deal With the Incident Properly?

Deirdre did not drink, indeed. She would only put on an act by holding a glass without taking a sip.

She was afraid that she would get drunk, make a fool of herself, and do something strange in Brendan's presence. She was even more afraid that the man would behave indecently toward her and that she would not be able to resist him.

Yet now, there was no telling if she was trying to help out Declan or if she wanted to get a drink. She smiled and said, "It's fine. I'll be fine with just a few sips.”

Cillian narrowed his eyes subconsciously upon hearing that.

His gaze dimmed bit by bit as he watched them clink glasses until only a veiled glint glistened in his eyes.

They did not manage to chat much before Brendan came back. His flawlessly handsome face was filled with coldness.

Brendan had his hands in his pockets, and he took a glance at Declan before looking away coldly. "We should leave, Deirdre.”

"Sure." Deirdre placed down the glass. "Mr. King, Declan, it's getting late. We're going to make a move. Let's keep in touch.”

called over

from Brendan's body in the cramped car. She could

said, "Don't worry. Cillian kept a tight lid on this incident, and very few people at the scene know

stared at

what I care

‘Or else?”

to speak her mind now that Brendan had asked her in this manner. She said speculatively, "Could it be that you feel

her body while the driver explained that

"Is everything

the person

Brendan was quiet. She could still feel the intense oppressive feeling radiating from the

about the party but could not

truly difficult to figure

walked in front while she followed behind. However, Brendan kept a pace that was in line with hers even when he was furious. Deirdre made up her mind to speak when they got