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 literally doing

eyes to the floor. "Give me your

her chin and tipped it higher before grazing her lips with

spine. It was only when his phone rang that she had the opening to move, opting to cast her unseeing eyes down

‘Yes.

call came from Wynne, who 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, Wynne. The weather's too

into the car and took his seat. Wynne started the engine

gotten ready," Brendan replied nonchalantly. After watching the road the car took for a while, he asked, "Aren't we

should stay somewhere new and fresh, so they bought a new place

"I'm sorry?"

believed a house that old would only be

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 needed this change

they arrived at their destination. Even

the day. Welcome to our home, Mr.