Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 850 Pregnancy Check-Up

"Mr.Brighthall, if I may?"

Mrs.Engel began worriedly.

"I don’t know what happened between you and Mrs.Brighthall, but I haven't been blind to how you’ve been treating her.I’m hard - pressed to believe anyone who says you don’t care about her, okay? I also don’t really understand why you had to lie to her, but if I may ...Mrs.Brighthall is a very sensitive person.She needs security, Mr.Brighthall.Lying to her once is enough.Please, don’t do it again...before her heart turns to stone."

A fog seemed to have dawned on Brendan’s eyes.

"I understand what you say, but I’m afraid this is more complicated than you might have imagined.For now, please focus on taking care of Deirdre."

Mrs.Engel raised her head.

"Are you leaving?"

Brendan remembered the things Charlene had said that day, his expression darkening.

"No, not leaving.I simply have something important I must settle."

He went upstairs.

Naturally, the door to Deirdre’s room was locked, so he knocked.

"Can I come in, Dee?"

There was no answer—just as he expected.

His first instinct was to forcibly open the door with a key, but his mind quickly conjured Deirdre’s sneering, snickering face and her comment about being denied the most basic of freedom and agency.

imagery and decided against

also meant he had to hasten his

his retreating footsteps as she lay on her

gradually phased from agony to numbness, though she

a joke

under the impression she was manipulating him, but

and gradually wished that this cursed relationship would continue the way it was,

was already too tired

managed to sleep

for four days

with work, or maybe he was avoiding

man would always find a way to fake a

if he wanted

got bored of her or got bored of cooking up another funny

of how far things had

returned to what it once was—stiff,

to put a guard on her

Deirdre seemed to be the most relaxed

or enjoy some fresh air in the yard as if that day

seemed to have failed to leave a

outdoor chair, her eyes

drawing near and

Mrs.Engel! It’s getting a

grab a

so she opened her