Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 846 What If I Give Myself to You...

As Reparation? "Oh, he’s right, Miss McKinnon! I just remembered that I have a lot of work cut out for me. I guess I can only try your cooking some other time."

With that, Sam left.

Brendan turned to Deirdre’s deadpanned stare and said placidly, "He knows he’s too busy to quietly and slowly enjoy these simple things in life. I’ll have to do."

Of course, Deirdre knew Brendan had threatened Sam into leaving.

"It’s a big pot of soup, for crying out loud. Can you finish it by yourself?"

"I can," Brendan replied under his breath.

"If you’re the one who made it, then I'll drink it all." Deirdre thought Brendan was exaggerating, but it turned out he made do with his promise, after all.

It even shocked Mrs.Engel by the time she returned to the mansion.

Brendan was not known for his appetite, which had only grown smaller after his injuries.

Deirdre drank about half of her own portion and believed that there was nothing especially delicious about her soup, anyway.

Brendan pulled her into his arms when they were done and said, "Let’s do it again next time."

Deirdre feigned a glare.

"Am I your cook?"

He bit her fingertip.

it for you instead if that upsets you.I’m sure I’ve

"Pass."

trembling in fear whenever she thought of the soup Brendan made.She would

make it if it means nobody gets

twinkle

it up for you? Maybe I should give the rest of my life to you as reparation.That way, I can

her hair with his fingers, and his silent vow sounded almost too

heart surprisingly heating up.She

Brendan Brighthall.I’m never

The days passed.

have caught up with him—he would often

ennui had begun to torment Deirdre, so she told Mrs.Engel she wanted to go out for a change

"Let me ask

Deirdre nodded.

was the master of this

her way

of his study and tucked a

"Wanna go out?"

stay at home for the whole day.Besides, I think I might have been eating a lot more lately.My clothes are starting to feel a little