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.”

you with me to the hospital… Now you’ve got another problem to handle.” “It’s okay.” Brendan rested his fingertip on his document. ‘The news is bound to

saying…” “With your pregnancy comes my responsibility. I’ll announce our wedding through the Brighthall Group’s official Twitter account,” he answered, his tone implicative. “This is what you

amount of expectation could

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 my wedding invitation this

“Oh, the context! Bren and

of

shock was genuine-this was not part of

you any favors from him anyway. But me? As soon as I got pregnant, Brendan started releasing official statements through the Brighthall Group’s official Twitter account about our

snapped out of her surprise, and her eyes grew cold. “Well, congratulations then, Miss McKinney,” 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

into a grimace. “What the