Deirdre did not drink, indeed. She would only put on an act by holding a glass without taking a sip.

She was afraid that she would get drunk, make a fool of herself, and do something strange in Brendan’s presence. She was even more afraid that the man would behave indecently toward her and that she would not be able to resist him.

Yet now, there was no telling if she was trying to help out Declan or if she wanted to get a drink. She smiled and said, “It’s fine. I’ll be fine with just a few sips.”

Cillian narrowed his eyes subconsciously upon hearing that.

His gaze dimmed bit by bit as he watched them clink glasses until only a veiled glint glistened in his eyes.

They did not manage to chat much before Brendan came back. His flawlessly handsome face was filled with coldness.

Brendan had his hands in his pockets, and he took a glance at Declan before looking away coldly. “We should leave, Deirdre.”

“Sure.” Deirdre placed down the glass. “Mr. King, Declan, it’s getting late. We’r