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.”

and called over Laura to send them

and Deidre could feel the intense coldness radiating from Brendan's body in the cramped car. She could not

said, "Don't worry. Cillian kept a tight lid on this incident, and

saying that, Brendan's expression grew even more unpleasant. He stared

what I care about in this situation is my

‘Or else?”

had asked her in this manner. She said speculatively, "Could it be that you feel

a stop. Deirdre stabilized her body while the driver explained that someone was braking suddenly

"Is

the person went in

that Brendan was quiet. She could still feel the intense oppressive feeling radiating from the man next to her, and it was apparent that he was

was frustrated. She thought about the party but

was truly difficult to

kept a pace that was in line