Brendan was so panicked that he wanted to reveal everything to Deirdre, which stunned her and made her heart inexplicably beat fast.

"I-I already know," said Deirdre. When Brendan tried to clarify, she already believed in him.

"So, you believe me, right?" Brendan grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face, his dark eyes moist. "Never ever ignore me again."

Deirdre was struck by something as if she had been poked, and her eyes were in disarray.

Brendan looked like an abandoned puppy in the rain.

But he was Brendan Brighthall, the ruler of Neve, high above all others. What was he afraid of? Just because of her?

Deirdre bit her lip, feeling a subtle sensation she had never experienced before.

The Deirdre of the past and the Brendan of the present seemed to have suddenly switched places.

"You haven't eaten anything yet, have you? My mom made some cookies. You should eat some first."

She avoided the subject and withdrew her hand.

Brendan knew he couldn't press too hard, so h