Charlene was caught by surprise when a hand clutched her arm and pulled her hands out from behind her forcefully, revealing the phone.

Brendan’s pupils constricted abruptly. He snatched the phone from her hand and brought up the call history to find Deirdre’s countless missed calls and the incoming call that had lasted one and a half minutes. His face turned pale instantly.

Charlene tucked a strand of hair behind her ear without a modicum of guilt, and she was even smiling when she said, “Brendan, I feel that it would be best for a man not to be too crude. What do you think?”

Brendan glared at her. “Have you lost your mind?”

At the thought of how Deirdre could have possibly heard Charlene’s voice, he felt an overwhelming feeling in his chest, and he looked like he wanted to murder someone.

Charlene felt lingering fear in her heart from his stare. She said with an innocent expression, “Don’t worry, Brendan. She didn’t know it was me. I didn’t make a sound from the moment I picked