Deirdre returned to her room in the mansion and sat on the edge of her bed in a dissociative trance.Minutes crawled, possibly hours. She had no idea how long it took until she finally felt sleep catching up to her. She lay down. Then, suddenly, her door swung open from a kick. Brendan lurched like a mad beast and pinned her wrists against the floor. The air chilled, but Deirdre could almost feel frost coming from the man’s eyes furiously scanning her face.“Didn’t even lose a sleep over the sh*t you do, did you?” Brendan bellowed, his rage-powered might crushing her shoulders.“That f*cking injury on Lena’s neck! Nothing could make it go away, and everyone saw it, McKinnon! They were talking about it behind her back and among themselves during her own party all because of the stupid sh*t you did! She wouldn’t even come home after the party! That’s how humiliated you made her feel, you black-hearted b*tch! Do you even know how to f*cking stop!?”Pain flared like wildfire across h

At that moment, Deirdre’s mind went blank. She reflexively rushed toward a corner and tightly stuck against the wall.She heard Brendan's disdainful smirk. “McKinnon, I didn’t know you were afraid of death. I thought you weren't afraid of anything, and that was why you’d dare to injure Lena.”The chill storehouse was far warmer than the chill in Deirdre’s heart. She stared into space with reddened eyes and said in a quavering voice, “Brendan, would you regret it if you were to realize one day that Charlene is the Devil behind everything that had happened? That she killed Bliss and has arranged all these?”Brendan was subconsciously startled. ‘Lena killed Bliss. She was the culprit behind all these…’For an unknown reason, he felt a quick moment of sharp heartache when he thought of the possibility. It was instantly transformed into a detesting frown, and he glared at Deidre.“McKinnon! Even after all these, you still can’t stop yourself from slandering Lena, can you!?” Brendan’s l

Deirdre McKinnon eventually was about to end her miserable life in the most embarrassing and ridiculous way possible.She fell and was just reachable by the hound. She sensed that the savage hound was opening its mouth from the odious stench before she passed out.In her fever, Deirdre seemed to be in a dream. She dreamt of a puppy wagging its tail, eagerly approaching her. It should be Bliss because it kept licking at her face. Meanwhile, her body temperature dropped.Finally, the rain stopped.Brendan was standing on a balcony. The smoke of a cigarette he stubbed out remained, lingering underneath him. Raising his head, he looked into the hazy sky. It was another hour before sunrise.Downstairs...Sam, wearing a coat, strode into the mansion through the gate. While brushing the rainwater off himself, he saw his colleagues on the sofa. He was startled for a moment and felt somewhat worried. “What has kept you all here today?”Sam didn’t receive any direct reply, and only a body

Was the person he hugged Deirdre McKinnon? Was the person the stubborn Deirdre who wouldn’t stop provoking him?Why did it seem like he was hugging a cold, lifeless corpse?Brendan couldn’t even sense her breath. This made him worried. Before he could recollect himself, he had strode into the house and rushed upstairs.Everyone in the living room was shocked, looking at Brendan rushing in. His eyes reddened while carrying Deirdre, who was in a life-threatening phase. They were surprised to see the panic on Brendan’s face, which didn’t appear even when the Brighthall Group was placed in a menacing state.Brendan turned on the hot water tap of the bathtub and put her in. “Deirdre! Deirdre!”He gnashed his teeth and commanded, “Wake up! Do you hear me!?”Why would it turn out like this when he merely wanted to punish her by locking her in the storehouse?Brendan couldn’t figure it out and never knew the punishment would eventually fall on him.Brendan was afraid. He was afraid tha

Before the doctor could finish his sentence, he realized who he was speaking to and immediately shut his mouth. However, he had not thought that Brendan didn’t even frown. He merely locked his gaze on the woman lying on the bed.The doctor was stunned. When Brendan recollected himself, he asked, “When will she wake up?”“I’m not sure, probably the latest on the second night.”“Okay.”After seeing the doctor off, Brendan returned to the room. While looking at the pale face of Deirdre and the beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, he sat at the edge of the bed, feeling complicated.After a day, Brendan had remained like this.Deirdre finally woke up from the nightmare. She opened her eyes, short of breath. The moment she sat up, she laughed at herself.Was ‘luck’ the only advantage she had now? She actually survived under that condition…She touched her cold face, just to realize through her sixth sense that someone else was in the room.“Sam, is that you?” Deirdre asked in

Deirdre waited for quite some time to ensure that there wasn’t any movement outside before she tried to get off the bed.She was so thirsty that she simply pulled out a coat from the wardrobe, put it on, and went downstairs. After satisfying her thirst, she heard footsteps approaching. When she was assured that the sound didn’t belong to Brendan, she asked, “Sam, is that you?”The man outside scratched his head in embarrassment and chuckled. “Miss McKinnon, you’re mistaken. I’m not Sam but Sawyer.”“Sawyer?”The man quickly introduced himself. “Sam and I are the bodyguards of Mr. Brighthall. We used to meet in the past, but I think you can recall who I am now.”Following that, he felt rather guilty because he used to mock Deirdre a lot because she was both ugly and blind. However, the incident yesterday night made him somewhat realize the status of Deirdre to Brendan. Hence, it was best for him if Deirdre could not recall.In fact, Deirdre couldn’t recall it. After all, many had

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. “Stop flattering yourself, Deirdre.”“Am I wrong though? He defied your order when he saved me from the storeroom, so you were pissed off and punished him in that manner, right?” Deirdre thought about how anyone who helped her would end up in a tragic state and smiled bitterly.“In your perception, I deserve to die, right?”“Deirdre!” Brendan said in a stern voice, his dark eyes tainted with coldness. “Your survival is none of my business, nor is Sam being sent to the casino. He’s only sent back to where he’s supposed to be!”Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears. “Let him come back. I shall acknowledge my mistake to you, Brendan.”She was most afraid of someone else suffering hardships because of her. “If you feel it’s infuriating that I was saved, I will go to the storeroom, and you can keep me there for ten days to two weeks!”Brendan took a step forward and clutched Deirdre's lower jaw so hard that she took a step back from the pain. She pushed h

Deirdre’s eyes were bloodshot, and she bit her lower lip tightly. “I didn’t…”“Charlene shuts herself in the room and refuses to eat now because of you, and you’re still stubbornly denying it?” Brendan was laughing from anger, his eyes bursting with coldness. “I thought you were begging for Sam to come back? Sure, if you can make Charlene forgive you, I’ll let bygones be bygones!”‘Make Charlene forgive me?’Deirdre felt her heart wrench in pain violently. He wanted her to beg the woman who killed Bliss for forgiveness? More importantly, Charlene would never let her off easily after seizing the opportunity with great effort.Brendan sneered. “How is it? Do you still want your Sam back?”He used the words ‘your Sam’ to mock her. Deirdre swallowed the bitterness in her throat, but her heavily damaged heart was still hurting. She could not care anymore. Would she still be afraid of being tormented when she had almost lost her life?“Sure, I’ll seek Charlene’s forgiveness if you ca

Deirdre was stunned for a moment. She could obviously tell from the servant’s tone what it meant by Brendan and Charlene being in the room by themselves. Deirdre felt unusually disgusted by the thought of Brendan raping her when he was already sleeping with Charlene. She suppressed the acid reflux in her stomach with great effort and said, “When will Brendan leave the room?”The servant smiled and said, “I’m not too sure about that. Perhaps Mr. Brighthall will be down in an hour or two.”Sawyer felt slightly uneasy because the servant’s remark was too strange. He immediately said, “Please let Miss McKinnon and I enter the house first. Miss McKinnon caught a cold yesterday, and her body is weak, so she can’t stand waiting in the cold wind. We’ll wait in the living room.”The servant’s gaze changed for a moment before she forced a smile. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have the right to invite a visitor into the living room without Miss McKinney’s order. If it’s fine with you, please just w

“She is your wife and has no fear of being harmed in any way… What is so different about her and me? Is it only because she is your first woman?”Brendan furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly, yet he could not answer her question. He knew that everything felt very natural when he was with Deirdre while he resisted Charlene’s physical interaction with him.Perhaps it was because he still could not accept having intimate interaction with Charlene as a married man.“Don’t overthink this.” In the end, Brendan gave this answer while attempting to move her hand away. Charlene’s eyes were reddened with tears, and she hugged him tightly to stop him from moving. “I can’t stop myself from overthinking. Brendan, why can’t you accept me if you can accept Deirdre? We have been together for such a long time, yet we have never engaged in lovers’ intimacy. Could it be that you want me to do nothing while I watch Deirdre sleep with you?”She wept profusely. Brendan’s body was stiff as he watch