Failing to answer her own question, Deirdre laughed mirthlessly to herself. “Don’t tell me this is all about atonement, Brendan. You never opened yourself up to me over the course of our two years together, but even I know you’re not the type to suffer through anything in the name of atonement.”The real Brendan Brighthall would always use money to get out of things—even his own moral failings and irreparable wrongs. He would never care to use any other method. Why would he? Why squander his precious time and effort?Brendan was nonplussed. Even he did not know why. Was it because he did not want Deirdre to lose that one last hope she clung to? That one last thing that stopped her from stepping over another ledge? Was it because he could not bear the thought of her hating him? Was it because he would not be able to stomach seeing Deirdre writhing in hellish anguish after discovering her mother’s death?It was all of that. That was why he had to make Deirdre fall in love with him
“No, I want something longer.” Brendan insisted with a frown, obviously not taking no for an answer. He came up with a hasty excuse too. “She might catch a cold if it’s too short.”Deirdre almost never stepped out of the house, but still… He was far from the only man at home. What about Dr. Ginger? Sam? They were around her all the time. This dress would leave her legs exposed and he really, really hated how that imagery made him feel. Laia let out an awkward chuckle. “Oh, my bad for… neglecting that very important fact. How about this one?”“The neckline is too low.”“This one?”“Her back would be exposed.”In the end, Deirdre felt her way to a white fur coat. Laia’s eyes twinkled, as she had just had a good idea. “I’ve got this skin-tight black dress that is just perfect for her. She won’t feel cold, and it’s—”‘Conservative. It covers every inch of her so that there is nothing left to be seen!’Laia stopped herself before she could say those words aloud. Instead, she change
Laia had already told the staff in the boutique. Hence, when a staff member heard Charlene, she smiled apologetically.“I apologize, Miss McKinney. Laia is taking care of an important guest now. Why don’t you wait a while? When she’s done, she’ll definitely get to you immediately!”“What?” Charlene was enraged. She was a VIP client of almost all the boutiques in Neve, yet today, she was being humiliated before Madame Brighthall. While suppressing her anger, she said, “What do you mean an important guest? Is that guest more important than me?”While putting a business smile on her face, the staff member replied, “That important guest is Mr. Brighthall.”“Bren?”Madame Brighthall was rather surprised, while Charlene’s smile contained hints of complacency. “Oh, it turns out that it’s Bren. In that case, Laia should come over here. Where’s Bren? Is he currently with Laia?”The staff member kept a business smile on as she answered, “Miss McKinney, I apologize, but we can’t violate our
‘Do you think she is presentable?’Just like a sharp knife, every word pierced Deirdre’s heart and twisted.Deirdre was trembling faintly while Brendan stood before her and said with a frigid face, “Mother, your words are too harsh!”“Harsh?” While looking at his furious face, for the first time, Madame Brighthall sensed the estrangement between her and her son and felt disappointed. “Do you expect me to greet the third party in your relationship with a smile and treat her like my daughter?!”“Deirdre is not the third party!” Brendan gritted his teeth. “We’ve registered–”“Bren!” Charlene, who had intended to be a bystander, suddenly chimed in. Her eyes revealed how panicked and incredulous she was.Did Brendan want to tell Madame Brighthall the truth? Did he want to tell Madame Brighthall that the woman who had been spending time with her in the past few years was actually the third party?That Deirdre and Brendan were true husband and wife?If Brendan did it, what would her s
Madame Brighthall shot Deirdre a frigid glare. “A woman like her must be kept at home. Don’t even think about taking her out again.”Following that, Madame Brighthall no longer felt like shopping and left with Charlene.Deirdre’s gaze remained blank. She thought she was shameless herself, but Madame Brighthall accusing her of being the ‘third party’ and ‘that kind of woman’ had destroyed her accumulated willpower.“Deirdre, are you alright?” Brendan caressed her face. Deirdre furrowed her brows tightly while her forehead was sweating. She was in a daze, and Brendan didn’t know what she was thinking.“I’m fine.” Deirdre recovered from her daze and avoided Brendan’s hand.Brendan missed his target and felt that something was missing. When he realized what it was, he clasped Deirdre’s wrist. “Are you angry? You should be aware of the matter between Charlene and my mother. My mother misunderstood that you’re the third party, so it’s normal that her harsh words made you feel bad. Don’t
Just like Madame Brighthall’s remark, Deirdre had been staying at home because she was not presentable.Brendan wanted to add on, but his phone rang. Sawyer’s voice came from the other end when he accepted the phone call. “Mr. Brighthall, Madame McKinnon has arrived. Shall I let her enter the mansion now? Or…”Brendan was about to command Sawyer to let her in when he saw Deirdre abruptly lift her head, and her eyes lit up. Hence, he changed his command to “Just let her wait outside.”He put down the phone and asked, “Would you like to welcome her on your own? Let me take you there.”Deirdre couldn’t restrain her excitement. While nodding her head, she tidied up her messy hair nervously. Even though she had an ugly face, she still hoped that her appearance wouldn’t scare Ophelia.With Brendan’s support, Deirdre went down the stairs and went straight to the door.From afar, Brendan had seen the woman at the door.Even though he clearly understood that the woman was a stranger whos
Deirdre smelled a faint sweet osmanthus fragrance from Ophelia. Although it wasn’t strong, it didn’t escape Deirdre’s nose.It was because she clearly recalled that Ophelia would cover her nose and cough each time they passed by the sweet osmanthus tree at the entrance to the slum. Ophelia was allergic to the sweet osmanthus, so much so that she would feel itchy and cough non-stop with just the smell of it.“What is it?” When Maeve became aware of Deirdre’s stiff reaction, she caressed Deirdre’s face as she asked, “Why did you suddenly get into a daze?”“Nothing…” Deirdre forced a smile. She lowered her head and said, “It’s just that I smell the fragrance on you. It smells very good. What kind of perfume is it?”“Oh.” Maeve was relieved and smiled. “I don’t wear any perfume. I think it’s probably the fragrance in the hotel. After staying there for a day, my clothes are stained.”“Is it sweet osmanthus?”“Yes.” Maeve nodded. “I think it’s this smell.”Deirdre suddenly pressed her
Deirdre’s eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy and reddened from holding back her tears. She inhaled a deep breath and said, “Thank you, Brendan.”She spoke in all apparent seriousness, and there was gratitude in her eyes. However, Brendan was not pleased by her gaze. On the contrary, he felt a knot in the pit of his stomach and felt suffocated. Deirdre was the only person who was unaware that Ophelia was already dead. He was making up a fake world just to delude her.He could not afford to accept her gratitude. “I told you that I don’t like the words ‘thank you’.” Brendan’s dark eyes turned dim, and he abruptly got up from his seat. “I’m sure that both of you have a lot to talk about because you’ve just been reunited after so long. I’m going to do some work in the study room. You can come to me if you have anything important.”He walked upstairs and took a seat in the study room. The desk was stacked with documents, yet he could not bear to read even one word. He felt an