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."

all offended. "Sorry. I was

the floor. "Give me your

it to him, and the man began to work. He cupped her chin and tipped it higher before grazing her lips with its rouge tip. Steadily, he worked with the precision of a surgeon until a gradient of red

gaze was starting to send shivers down Deirdre's spine. It was only when his phone rang that she had the opening to move,

‘Yes. Let's

and greeted them. "Mr. Brigthall! Miss McKinnon!

car and took his seat. Wynne started the engine and added,

Brendan replied nonchalantly. After watching the road the car took for

said the family should stay somewhere new and fresh, so they bought a new

"I'm sorry?"

forwent details. "She believed a house that old would only be haunted sooner or

symbol of their longevity and history. The real reason Mrs. King insisted it must be haunted was

Deirdre were staying at. Half an hour later, they arrived at their

choosing our wine for the day. Welcome to our home, Mr. Brighthall,