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.

that imagery

also meant he had to hasten

footsteps as she lay

numbness, though she could

joke she

impression she was manipulating him, but it turned out

sister had not shown up, she would have slowly and gradually wished that this

but she was already too tired to live through the rest of the

managed to sleep at

seen Deirdre for four days straight

busy with work,

latter because, knowing Brendan, the man would

if he

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

no grasp of

was that the air had returned to what

to put a guard on her words just like it was

seemed to be the

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

had, it seemed to have failed

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

sensed someone drawing near and

Mrs.Engel! It’s getting a little colder

you please grab a blanket for

answer, so she opened