Brendan would actually write down the food she did not enjoy eating and the food she was allergic to on a paper that he passed to the waitress…“How can that be possible?”The waitress smiled and said, “It is possible. He is precisely the kind of person who hides his little quirks and conceals his feelings but still offers trivial care in some places.“Moreover, if he really didn’t love you as you described him, it would be unnecessary for him to pay so much attention to small details like this, right?”Deirdre’s mind went blank, but she was well aware that the waitress was right. Brendan was the type of person who was not interested in the outside world.He had very little time, so he did not enjoy wasting his time on trivial matters. He would watch a person crying profusely on their knees in contempt if the person was someone he did not care for. However, he would be extremely meticulous in every way if he were to care for the person. Still, why would Brendan behave this way
Deirdre was stunned while Brendan came to react to the situation by assuming a cold, sharp expression on his face. “However, since we’re already here, don’t try to pick faults anymore. It’s already rare that I remembered your wish in the past. Do you think I would come here to endure the cold willingly if not as your compensation?”“Compensation?”“Hmm, compensation.” Brendan’s eyes were dark as ink. “You can put an end to your mother’s case from now on.”Deirdre’s pupils shook violently. She was so furious that her entire body was shaking beyond her control.‘So, I should bring everything to an end just with his carefree compensation after those acts of his, pushing things too far, and the human life that was lost!?’Deirdre could not hold back her anger and stood up. She was afraid that she would give Brendan a slap if she were to stay any longer.She ran to the door, and before she could walk away, Brendan caught up to her and grabbed her wrist. He furrowed his eyebrows and su
“Kyran, I’m going to sleep.” Deirdre’s heart raced. What if Kyran heard the waitress?Kyran seemed to look over it. “Alright. You rest early. Good night.”“Good night.”The call ended.Deirdre’s frazzled mind calmed down considerably. She pushed open the door and left the washroom, where the waitress led her back. She barely had a second to settle on her seat when Brendan snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers. “The food’s gone cold from waiting for you. I even had to order a whole new course.”Deirdre ignored him, and he somehow did not take any offense to it either. He just let the waitress serve something new. While waiting, Brendan’s interrogation began. “What took you so long? What were you doing in the washroom?”She glared at him coldly. “I’m having my period, happy? I had to be inside for a bit longer. Are you going to take offense to that?”“You always have yours on the 10th day of the month.”Deirdre was taken aback and scrambled to cover her tracks. “That’s Ch
Deirdre was stunned. This was not what she was thinking at all! But before she could explain herself further, a new gale tore through them. Seaside towns were no strangers to strong, chilling winds. Their journey was only 100 meters long, yet it felt like they had lost half of their body warmth by the 50-meter point.Her body shuddered on its own. Brendan felt it coursing through his arm and drew her even more closely into his chest. “About 50 meters left.”They braved the weather. It was as the waitress had predicted—the rain kept getting heavier. Had they chosen to stay inside the restaurant, they would not have been able to come out.The umbrella did a shoddy job of keeping the elements out of them. By the time they reached the car, Deirdre was wet. The first thing Brendan did after getting inside was to turn on the heater before pulling out a towel from the backseat. He passed it to her, stating, “Wipe yourself.”She thanked him out of reflexive courtesy and reached out to the
The door opened, and Brendan stepped inside.His feet shuffled to an abrupt stop, prompting Deirdre to ask, “What?”He turned away. “Nothing.”The couple-friendly hotel certainly had a… design. The lighting was suggestively soft. There was a distinct scent in the air. The ambiance was obvious to any normal adult. As a courtesy of the hotel, clothes of a particular kind were provided on the bed.Brendan could not imagine how Deirdre would look if she put these on…Deirdre stepped inside after him. A thought leaped into her mind. “How many beds are there?”It was bad enough to be stuck in a room with him. Did she have to suffer the pain of being in the same bed just as well!?When things could get worse, they would often do. Brendan’s answer was proof of that. “One.”Deirdre gripped the garment around her chest as it tightened. She felt the compulsion to remind him, “You made a promise. You should stick to it like a real man.”Brendan was already feeling the first wave of desire
Brendan was possessed. His kisses were like a heated iron brand making its conquest downward.Deirdre knew she could not struggle her way out of it, so she… stopped. She turned her head away from him as a tear escaped her eye and disappeared into the sheet. Disgust filled her eyes. “Be quick. Then, tomorrow morning, we’ll file for divorce straight away. After that, don’t you ever show your disgusting face in front of me again.”It was as though she had poured a bucket of freezing water all over him. Any heat he felt was suddenly put out. He stopped, and the woman below him came into his focus. They were so close right now—just skins apart. But the distance between them was so unscalable, there was nothing he could do to even cross it. Her disgust and despair were so overwhelming that Brendan could not even deceive himself into ignoring them.“Tell me, Deirdre McKinnon.” He could not resist resting his head between her breasts, nor could he stop the mocking smile forming on h
For a moment, Deirdre even thought she was touching a block of ice. It jolted her into a realization of what might have happened. Alarmed, she tried to shake him awake. “Brendan Brighthall, wake up! Now!”He answered her with a painful whimper. She tried to touch his face.It was feverish.There was no way he did not have a fever. The man was already half-conscious—if she left him like this, the worst could very well happen. Deirdre felt as though her mind had blanked. It took her effort to wake herself out of her panic and feel her way out of the room. She finally felt the door of her neighbor and opened it. A stranger opened it with marked annoyance.“E-Excuse me! I don’t want to bother you, but I am blind and need your help. My friend has a nasty fever right now, so can you help me call the front desk so they can send a staff member up to our room?”Few people could decline to help a beautiful woman in need—especially on something as urgent as this. The stranger called the
Brendan’s fever had kicked up brain fog. He started wrapping his arms around Deirdre’s waist while an easy, mirthful smile surfaced on his face. He was free and no longer had to pretend to be a b*stard in a suit.“I’m hungry, Deirdre.” He cooed between panting. “Can you make me another veggie spaghetti, like the last time you made me? It was so good! I miss it now.”Deirdre’s face turned white. What did he mean by ‘the last time?' Since when had she ever made him something like that? The last time she did was two years ago! Why would Brendan suddenly care about it now?And the way he addressed her, the tone he was using, why did it feel so familiar? Deirdre felt her entire frame shaking. Her eyes seemed to be trembling in their sockets. The figure of a man surfaced in her mind against her deepest wishes…But that was impossible. That was ludicrous! Absurd!She bit her lips to stay calm. No, whatever she was thinking was absurd, outlandish, and preposterous. And yet, she could no