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?”

just like you, Miss McKinney. After all, I’m pregnant,” she replied. “Besides,

deliberation. She was advertising, right on Charlene’s face, that she 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

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

would sound cordial only if one ignored its undertone:’ You’ll never get to be anybody worth a damn as long as I’m here. In fact, you’re even going to be my glorified maid once

someone had jabbed thorns into Charlene’s ears. “What’s that supposed to mean? I thought

her spoon and seemingly mused for a moment. “No, it depends on how much you’ll allow me to stay. A woman still needs to recuperate after giving birth, right? And since I’ve gotten so used to being here… Of course, if you don’t like me, I guess I’ll have to look

even reach her

her on just because she had a bun in the

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 relevant as a

began her performance anew, cutting pieces of ribs for Brendan

them. After Mrs. Engel set a bowl of steaming soup at the table,