“You were only lucky that Declan noticed that in a timely manner. What if Declan hadn’t noticed in time? You should have told me at once when something so risky happened so I could deal with it. I know how to make the man regret his action for the rest of his life better than you, yet what happened in the end?”

Deirdre batted her eyelashes and lowered her eyes ever so slightly while she listened to the man recounting his worries.

“All you gave me are lies and deceit. You treat me and your identity like a joke. You still choose to lie even when I’ve seen through your lie. Do you feel that I’m of no help to you, or do you just don’t take me seriously?”

Deirdre felt her throat burning. “I feel that I shouldn’t trouble you.”

In the next moment, she furrowed her eyebrows tightly.

Brendan exerted strength in his fingers, and she inhaled sharply from the pain.

“Shouldn’t trouble me? Who gives you the right to think that you’re troubling me?” Brendan said in a loud and clear voice.

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