‘Out all night, huh?’

Deirdre was under the assumption that he was back but sleeping in the next room.

She said in frustration, “It’s possible… that I slightly pissed him off…”

“Angry with you, Mrs. Brighthall? That can’t be possible.” Mrs. Engel was astonished. “How can Mr. Brighthall possibly be angry with you when he loves you so much? Or… did something happen last night?”

Deirdre had a hard time finding the right words. She could not tell Mrs. Engel that she had failed to seduce Brendan and that he found her cheap, right?

It would be humiliating.

“Nothing much… We got into a small quarrel, and Brendan was angry, so he left.”

Mrs. Engel was curious. “Small quarrel? For real? Mr. Brighthall would actually be angry with you…”

She muttered to herself while she headed to the kitchen to serve breakfast.

Deirdre nibbled on the fork and thought, ‘I’ll just apologize if nothing else works. I can’t just let this situation continue until more conflicts are triggered. If he isn’t fo