Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 930 Wedding at the End of the Month

Brendan and Charlene’s marriage soon became a viral search term.

Sam showed the comments to a silent, unreactive Brendan. Instead, he simply answered Charlene’s call as soon as it rang.

The young woman made a production of being innocently confused, “Bren, what’s going on? Why were our pictures taken at the OB-GYN? What are we gonna do now?”

Brendan thumbed through his documents. “You really didn’t know about it?”

Charlene froze for a moment before chuckling dryly. “About what? This looks like a picture some bystander took in secret instead of traditional media journalists! We can’t control random people taking pictures of us. Or … do you want me to tweet out an explanation to throw them off?” “Everyone already knows you’re pregnant. No one’s going to believe otherwise.”

hospital… Now you’ve got another problem to handle.” “It’s

she asked, “Brendan, are you saying…” “With your pregnancy comes my responsibility. I’ll announce our wedding through the Brighthall Group’s official Twitter account,” he answered, his tone

to go this way, but no amount of expectation could stop her from being overjoyed. “Oh, Bren! I

of the event, Charlene made her way to the yard where Deirdre was chatting with Shea. With a grin, she intruded on their conversation. “Miss McKinnon, I didn’t know you’d be interested in scenic views! I thought you wouldn’t be able to enjoy them because of your, ah, impaired sight. This must be a sign of good mood, then! Surely you won’t reject

grin faded. Determined not to give her time to react, Charlene coyly added, “Oh, the context! Bren and I are getting married at

end of the

was not part of the

to Charlene, who could not resist prodding, ‘You see, Miss McKinnon? So what if you’re pregnant with Bren’s kid? It didn’t win you any favors

she said flatly. “But, as someone who’s been through a lot more than you’d remember, I should probably advise you not to count your chickens before they’re hatched, especially when we don’t know who’s the father of your chick, right?

twisted into a grimace. “What