Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 916 Take a Shower. You Stink.

Deirdre did not even blink. “Uh, thanks for pointing out the obvious, I guess? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Mope and not eat because a b* tch f*cked a jack*ss last night?”

Charlene sneered. “You’re awfully calm despite the fact that I f*cked your man, Miss McKinnon. I guess all of your love martyr behaviors in the past were all for show, after all. Welp, that’s actually good news for you. Since you’re so good at sharing, I guess I’ll allow Bren to continue his sexual relationship with you after we’re married, if only so he has a guaranteed outlet and mate to play with when I’m busy.”

Mrs. Engel was hardly the only one who reacted. Deirdre grimaced in disgust, too. “Uh, no thanks. Unlike our Miss McKinney here, I’m not in the habit of putting a piece of chewed gum from the floor into my mouth.”

Charlene immediately turned her sight outside. “Did you hearthat, Bren? I was trying to be accommodating to her, but she called you…”

Brendan stepped into the room, and an overcast shadowed his visage. His black eyes were trained onto Deirdre on the couch like a hawk.

Mrs. Engel quickly stepped in to defend her. “Mr. Brighthall, Mrs. Brighthall was the one who started it-” “Don’t, Mrs. Engel.” Deirdre wiped her lips clean of food crumbs. “I don’t think I got it wrong at all.”

mean what you said and never come to me for help in the future. Wouldn’t want a piece of chewed gum to sully

She rose and left.

“Mrs. Brighthall, wait!”

woman in her tracks. “That’s enough for you, Mrs. Engel. I need to give you a word

me to serve Miss McKinnon specifically. Once the baby’s born, there will no longer be a need for me to stay in this household, is there? I’ll resign

servant and her mistress, looking after

damn about what an old hag thought. “It’s okay, Bren. It doesn’t matter what she thinks. I’m going to be your wife anyway. I’m okay with Mrs. Engel doing whatever she feels like doing, especially since I don’t want Miss McKinnon to be upset about me bullying her pet. She might just throw another round of insults at me

his study. When it was time for dinner, Charlene and Brendan were the only

gave a hint. “How about

night. She needed more- the more windows of opportunities, the higher the chances. The moment she bore him a son was

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