“No, I did not. My only evidence is what I heard from my mom. She said when a woman’s pregnant with a girl, their skin starts to glow and become smoother than ever. It’s happening to you.”

Deirdre instinctively rubbed her face and felt none of that. “You’re making it up. I feel no difference!”

“That’s because you can’t see it.” Brendan teased her, smiling. “Or… maybe my eyes have the lover filter on.”

Deirdre turned her attention back to her soup as the rest of her body erupted into flustered flame.

It was then that Sam rushed inside. Seeing the couple having their meal, he looked down and greeted them. “Good morning, Mr. Brighthall. Miss McKinnon.”

Brendan took a sip of the soup. “What?”

“Those old farts in the company are hosting an event tonight. They’re going to promote Desmond Griffin as the acting CEO!” Sam answered, gritting his teeth.

“Oh, is that so?” Brendan’s eyes darkened. “They’re moving fast.”

“H*ll, I bet they planned this to happen! I’m sure they would have wit