Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 830 Does He Love Me?

Deirdre did not know what Brendan had put into the soup, but it tasted just as she expected. It was bitter and salty.

"How is it?”

Just as Deirdre was about to spit it out, the man sitting next to her asked, his voice filled with expectation, and he looked just like a kid asking for a compliment.

In the end, she swallowed it and said, “It’s not bad." "That means it's tasty."

Getting a compliment from someone like Deirdre, with superb cooking skills, meant that the soup tasted really good. With that thought in mind, Brendan said, ‘You should eat more since you're pregnant. If you like it, I'll cook for you every day.”

Deirdre lowered her head and munched on the meat.

Brendan looked at her for a while and got himself a bowl of soup as well. He frowned and spat it out as soon as he put it into his mouth. ‘What the h* II is this!?" "Chicken soup,” replied Deirdre.

isn't chicken soup. The soup you made for me doesn't taste like this,” Brendan said as he took

It

to make one for you. Her cooking skills are as good as mine. You don't have to waste your time this way." "How can you call it a waste of time when I make soup for the

This is just the first time. I just

Mrs. Engel was cleaning the table, she asked, “Should I go make more soup for you two, sir? Mrs. Brighthall hasn't taken anything

eaten anything yet. He rose to his feet and said,

held her hand and led her out of their house. After they came out of their house, Deirdre asked, ‘We two just hit the

a secretive place, he thought of something.

hand and appear in front of the public?” he

and Brendan leaned closer to help her adjust her cap. "I think probably

the first time Brendan treated Deirdre so

such affection. She did not say anything back to Brendan and went back into the car. There were several times