'Because he's busy chatting with Emily?'

At that moment, Deirdre's entire body felt cold.

'What sort of conversation is so engaging that he would lose sleep over it?

'Is it about work again? Or is he just staying to talk to Emily more? After all, Brendan has never been one who enjoys chatting…

'This isn't right…'

Deirdre patted her face.

She could not allow herself to indulge in wild conjectures anymore. She knew that Brendan was not that kind of person, and she could feel his love all along.

'Perhaps… Perhaps he really has something important…'

Deirdre suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her mind, shut the door, and returned to the bed soundlessly.

Emily noticed the shutting door through her peripheral vision and returned to the conversation topic about Deirdre once again.

Brendan refused to yield to her this time.

"Miss Collins, I've already told you everything that you want to know. As for everything else, I wonder if I'm overthinking, but it feels like you're going ar