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

also meant he had

hear his retreating footsteps as she

agony to numbness, though she could still feel occasional

a joke

manipulating him, but it turned out she almost

gradually wished that this cursed relationship would

but she was already too tired to

sleep at

Deirdre for four days

with work, or maybe

latter because, knowing Brendan, the man would always find

if he

her because he got bored of her or

of how

was that the air had returned to what it once was—stiff,

guard on her words just

be the most

listen to audiobooks every day or enjoy some fresh air in the yard as if that day

seemed to have failed to leave a single stain in her

days, Deirdre was reclining into an outdoor chair, her eyes closed, as she relaxed in the

drawing near

Mrs.Engel! It’s getting a little colder

please grab a blanket

was no answer, so she