Chapter 932 You’ll Need To Attend the Wedding

Brendan’s gaze pooled around Charlene, like a spotlight, as she continued to sob. “If it weren’t for those journalists putting my feet on the fire, I wouldn’t have forced Miss McKinnon to attend my wedding, okay?

“Do you really think her attendance is going to be, in any way, shape, or form, beneficial to me? She’s pregnant with your child, Bren! Every time I see it, it hurts me so much!”

She was acting so hard, yet Brendan’s eyes exuded impassivity and nonchalance. He waited until she was done venting and passed her a piece of tissue. “So, you had nothing to do with it?” “Of course!” Charlene wiped away her tears.

“I see. I believe you.” Brendan’s tone softened.

Charlene broke out a watery smile and began redressing her ruined makeup as Brendan focused on driving. “Bren, should… Should we tell Miss McKinnon? I told the reporter that she was joining, after all…”

her lips. ‘The last time I invited her when I saw her in the yard, she didn’t agree to it and was even glared at. I was so scared I just shut up. If I’d said more, it would look as if I’m trying to egg her on.” “I’ll be the one to tell her,” Brendan replied, tightening his grip around the steering wheel. “Let

to disguise the

the

as Charlene watched, Brendan entered

nightgown, but as soon as she heard his footsteps, she covered her breasts-to no avail, seeing as Brendan

Was that intentional?”

“intentional”, he meant “did you

ignored him altogether. She turned her back against him and told herself to get dressed as quickly as she could. Her impatience backfired on her, though, because suddenly her clothes seemed dead-set on rebelling against her. Even her

she felt warmth-an embrace-pressing against her back. She felt his fingers pinching on the edge of her clothes, tracing its hem

trying to help her out of a pickle, so Deirdre did not let her mind drift off

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