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."

was not at all offended. "Sorry. I was literally doing

cast his eyes to the floor.

chin and tipped it higher before grazing her lips with its rouge tip. Steadily, he worked with the precision of a surgeon until a

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

‘Yes.

Deirdre, he eagerly stepped forward and greeted them. "Mr. Brigthall! Miss McKinnon! I'm Mr. Cillian King's assistant, Wynne.

helped Deirdre into the car and took his seat. Wynne started the engine and added, "Sorry for keeping the two

road the car took for a while, he asked, "Aren't we heading

should stay somewhere new and fresh,

"I'm sorry?"

house that old would only be haunted

longevity and history.

their destination. Even before Brendan got out of the car, Laura was already waiting by the door with

welcome! Gillian's upstairs, choosing our wine for the day. Welcome