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?”

pregnant,” she replied. “Besides, this is your first meal since coming to my house, and it’d be so unbecoming and improper of me not

mistress of the property-her manner and word choices were calculated! Even the timing of her arrival

“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 learn in a few days, Miss McKinney, but I’m happy to teach you during your stay. I’m going to need you to help entertain our guests when the baby’s

be anybody worth a damn as long as

someone had jabbed thorns into Charlene’s ears. “What’s that supposed to

me to stay. A woman still needs to recuperate after giving birth, right? And since I’ve gotten so used to

smile did not even reach her eyes. ‘That

the audacity to egg her on just because she had a

going to marry her and let her stay in the mansion, though, was he not? And as soon as she slept with him-and got their child together -Deirdre would lose whatever meager attention Brendan had for her already. She would be as

for Brendan while squeezing in

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