Deirdre shut her eyes and thought about it for a while before she fell asleep. She put on a jacket and headed downstairs after she got up the next morning and discovered that Brendan was already at the dining table.

Deirdre sat beside her and lowered her head to eat her oats. Her hair was hanging loosely around her shoulders, so strands of her hair almost dipped into the oats. Brendan wanted to help her push away her hair subconsciously, yet he pulled back his extended hand.

“Deirdre, don’t get your hair in the oats.”

“Hair?” Deirdre was confused until she tidied up the loose hair around her forehead. She came to realize the situation and was stunned for a moment.

Brendan would have already pushed away her hair if this were the past.

She wondered whether she was overthinking it.

Deirdre lowered her eyes and continued to have her oats with her head lowered.

Ophelia came downstairs as well and chatted for a while until Brendan received a call and headed to the study.

Ophelia