Chapter 843 Everything She Said Is Fake

Meanwhile, Madame Brighthall and Brendan returned from their conversation in private.

Charlene was not planning to stay longer since her goal had been achieved. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said, “Since I came at the wrong time, I shall make a move first. I’ll come and visit you again another day, Madame Brighthall.”

Madame Brighthall nodded uneasily. Charlene walked away for two steps before she turned around and stared at Brendan with gentle eyes. “I’ll wait for you, Brendan.”

Brendan stared at Charlene without any expression on his face. Charlene smiled and left. The house’s atmosphere turned awkward all at once.

It was Madame Brighthall who broke the silence first. “How do you find the soup, Deirdre? It has been a few years since I cooked personally, so I don’t know if my cooking skill has deteriorated.”

Deirdre restrained the emotions in her eyes.

‘The soup you cook tastes scrumptious. I enjoy it very much, Madame Brighthall.”

She felt alienated by Deirdre’s address of ‘Madame Brighthall’ so she could not refrain from holding Deirdre’s hands. “If you don’t mind, you may address me as ‘Aunt Brighthall’. After you’ve given birth to the child, you can have your wedding with Brendan, and then you may call me something else.”

smile and nodded in agreement, but she did

Madame Brighthall.

and wrapped his arms around the woman

the kitchen. “What did Charlene say

could answer, Brendan said, “Don’t believe anything she

her hands without changing her

that what she said is all fake when you

ever comes from a woman

your names are still displayed on the top of Google Trends for

“I-”

you. The meals are already served.Come

kitchen and urged

walked over in advance, and she was helped to her seat by

meal. She parted unwillingly with Deirdre in the evening

journey, Brendan struck up a conversation on purpose while Deirdre was calm. She did not refuse to engage in conversations but

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