Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 905 No Man Could Suffer This

Deirdre emerged from her room, causing Mrs. Engel’s eyes to twinkle before she immediately rushed to greet her. “Mrs. BrighthaII! You’re here!”

Brendan immediately pulled his arm out of Charlene’s.

Charlene glowered. She finally had the chance to be alone with Brendan before this b*tch decided to ruin it!

Not that she could point her fingers right now. Deirdre was bearing Brendan’s child. It was only normal that the man was disinclined to show any sign of intimacy with her while the woman he impregnated was standing right there.

Thus, Charlene launched back into her well-practiced pretense. “Aren’t you feeling unwell, Miss McKinnon? Why are you here?”

and curled the corner of her lips. “I got hungry just like you, Miss McKinney. After all, I’m pregnant,” she replied. “Besides, this is your first meal since coming to my house, and it’d be so unbecoming

was the mistress of the property-her manner and word choices were calculated! Even the timing of her arrival was meant to dump a bucket of ice all over Charlene’s perfect chance to

was still there. She gritted her teeth to stop herself from acting out and forced a smile. “Your commitment to courtesy is surprising, Miss McKinnon! Now you’re making me blush. I guess I should learn something from you before Brendan starts making small, unhappy sounds whenever I fumble a little as the house host in the near future.” “It’s okay. No need to be flustered. Manners and etiquette aren’t things you can

get to be anybody worth a damn as long as I’m here. In fact, you’re even going to be my

as though someone had jabbed thorns into Charlene’s ears. “What’s that supposed to mean? I thought you’d leave after the

allow me to stay. A woman still needs to recuperate after

not even reach

her on just because

soon as she slept with him-and got their child together -Deirdre would lose whatever meager attention Brendan had for her already. She would

thought gave Charlene solace. She began her performance anew, cutting pieces of ribs for Brendan while squeezing in as many overtly suggestive movements as many times as

explicitly accepting or rejecting them. After Mrs. Engel set a bowl of steaming soup at the