Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 608 You Were Smoking?

The room was unusually cold, too. Someone had opened the window, or the stench would have been even starker. Deirdre was silent for a bit before she asked, ‘You were smoking?”

"Mm." Brendan coughed and cleared his throat. Once his voice regained clarity, he ordered, "The clothes are on your bed. Change into them. We should get going."

There was no stylist with them. After changing into her getup, Deirdre let her hair free, where it dangled around her shoulders. Before stepping outside, she put on some lipstick on her lips to look a little more alive.

Brendan stared at her. "Did you put on lipstick?”

"Yes." She brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and dodged his gaze. "I can't possibly see them without makeup, but I don't know what else to do. Why? Something wrong?”

“Everything's wrong,” he replied brusquely. Stepping forward, he pressed his finger on her supple lips and wiped her effort away.

"You did a crappy job."

not at all offended. "Sorry. I was

cast his eyes to the floor. "Give me

him, and the man began to work. He cupped her chin and tipped it higher before grazing her lips with its rouge tip.

Deirdre's spine. It was only when his phone rang that she had the opening to move, opting to cast her unseeing eyes down to the floor frantically. "Are you

‘Yes. Let's

had been waiting for them downstairs. Seeing Brendan and Deirdre, he eagerly stepped forward and greeted them. "Mr. Brigthall! Miss McKinnon! I'm Mr. Cillian King's assistant,

started the engine and added, "Sorry for keeping the

just gotten ready," Brendan replied nonchalantly. After watching the road the

doesn't stay there anymore, sir. Mrs. King said the family should stay somewhere new and fresh, so they

"I'm sorry?"

a house that

than that. An old mansion was the pride of many long-standing elite families, a symbol of their longevity and history. The real reason Mrs. King insisted it must be haunted was that the death of Declan's mother haunted her. She

was not too far from the hotel Brendan and Deirdre were staying at. Half an hour later, they arrived at their destination. Even before Brendan got out of the car, Laura was already waiting by the door

the day. Welcome to our home,