Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 845 Mr. Brighthall Wants It All to Himself

“How was I supposed to stay asleep after the racket you made? Besides, what are you making? Because something is definitely burning.”

“Nothing.” Brendan wore a self-conscious expression, not unlike a thief. In fact, he quickly put the blame on Mrs. Engel.

“It was Mrs. Engel! She forgot to turn off the stove before she left, and I smelled it burn. It’s basically coal now.” Deirdre was skeptical. Mrs. Engel would never do something so careless.

” Oh, really? Or were you trying to play chef again?”

Brendan knew his lie was coming apart in real-time, so he just told the truth. “Fine. I asked my mom for the recipe for the chicken soup she made for you yesterday because you seem to like it. I thought maybe I should make one for you every day. But… I didn’t expect cooking to be so hard.”

Deirdre was stunned. Amusement crept into her face. “Why are you so obsessed with something you’re not cut out to do?”

Brendan looked down, his eyes transfixed on her slightly plump lips. “It’s not an obsession or anything. I just… want to do more for you.”

Deirdre took a sharp breath and rolled her eyes. “You’re doing more for me by not adding to my troubles, okay?”

aside and headed toward the kitchen. “Are there any cooking ingredients left?” “Not much left.” Surprise flitted through Brendan’s eyes. “You’re going to cook?” “What

plain to see, Brendan relished

mind. He threw his arms around Deirdre’s waist from behind her and grazed her neck with his lips. “I really

you talk about this after you

his arms. “What else

scanned the lone slab of meat at the counter and

“Chicken?”

be delivered shortly.” He

chicken home

wailed to himself as the call ended. How was he supposed to get to the mansion within half an hour? Still, duty compelled him to immediately make his way to the

shot an accusatory look at Brendan. So… he was not even going to

acted as though he did nothing wrong. “I’m just saying, we have the right

cleaning up the kitchen was itself a perfect chore for someone to perform

half an hour later, Sam