Resent, Reject, Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 821 - チャプター 830

However, Brendan figured that it was good she had watched it as he would not need to put in a lot of effort to explain it to her.“Where is she? Did she comment anything?”Mrs. Engel’s expression changed slightly as she said, “No. After watching the press conference, she grew too tired, so she returned to her room to rest.”Brendan knew something in his heart. He headed upstairs and opened the bedroom door. Deirdre lay on the bed with her back facing the door, and half of her body was covered by the blanket.Brendan walked over to find Deirdre awake. Her eyes were opened, and she was staring out the window absentmindedly. She did not respond to his presence.Brendan expected that and took a seat in front of her. “You watched the press conference, huh?”Deirdre looked up briefly. “Hmm, I watched it.”She cracked a mocking smile. “You truly deserve your reputation as the Brighthall Group’s CEO. You’re always capable of dealing with the information with the quickest method. C

Deirdre did not understand why Brendan would disguise as Kyran to deceive her and wondered whether Brendan had feelings for her at some point as well. Yet, she denied those thoughts when he reconnected with Charlene once again.It was just another one of Brendan’s tricks. On the other hand, Deirdre felt her chest tighten and ache when she heard Brendan use the word ‘love’ repeatedly. Nonetheless, she calmed down instantly and cracked a smile in contempt. “What trick do you have up your sleeve again?”Brendan’s gaze dimmed as he looked at her changing expression. “Don’t you believe what I just said?”Deirdre’s mind was a chaotic mess. “I don’t know if I should believe you because you’ve deceived me way too many times. You have such a close relationship with Charlene and also…”She tried to clear her head with great effort. “If you really want to make Charlene plead guilty to her crime, why did you reject me in the hospital? You could have totally straightened the situation by no

Mrs. Engel let out a few dry laughs, “Nothing. I’m worried we will run into those people again when we go to the grocery store.”Brendan gave her an assuring gaze and said, “Don’t worry. Just bring her with you.”Mrs. Engel knew that Brendan must have something prepared. She nodded, and just when she was about to turn around, Brendan said, “Oh yeah, don’t forget to buy a chicken.”He did not like the feeling when he saw the chicken in the trash.“Mr. Brighthall… Don’t tell me that you still want Mrs. Brighthall to cook chicken soup for you in her current state?” Mrs. Engel asked, her voice thick with disbelief.If that was really what Brendan wanted, she was perturbed by his low level of emotional intelligence.Brendan’s face sank slightly, and he replied, “It’s none of your business. Just listen to what I told you to do. Besides, don’t tell Deirdre that I’m the one who asked her to go out.”Mrs. Engel nodded.When she returned, Deirdre was already standing in the living room.

Deirdre did not know if she should trust Brendan or not.After they went back into the car, Brendan looked into the bag and asked, “Mrs. Engel, where is the thing I asked you to buy?”Mrs. Engel smacked her forehead and said, “Oh gosh, I was so confused by them that I forgot to buy it.”“Go buy it now.”Mrs. Engel got out of the car, and Deirdre looked at Brendan in confusion.“What did you ask Mrs. Engel to buy?”“You’ll know about it later.”Deirdre was stumped. There were only vegetables and groceries in the grocery store. She did not know why Brendan had to make it so mysterious. -In a villa, the man narrowed his eyes dangerously as he watched the whole process of Sam going into the hotel room and capturing the people in it.One of his men standing beside him gnashed his teeth and said, “I can’t believe Brendan could still foil our plan despite his injuries. I should have killed him when we were on the mountain!”The man tapped his finger on the table and asked, “So, a

Deirdre did not know what Brendan had put into the soup, but it tasted just as she expected. It was bitter and salty. “How is it?”Just as Deirdre was about to spit it out, the man sitting next to her asked, his voice filled with expectation, and he looked just like a kid asking for a compliment.In the end, she swallowed it and said, “It’s not bad.”“That means it’s tasty.” Getting a compliment from someone like Deirdre, with superb cooking skills, meant that the soup tasted really good. With that thought in mind, Brendan said, “You should eat more since you’re pregnant. If you like it, I’ll cook for you every day.”Deirdre lowered her head and munched on the meat.Brendan looked at her for a while and got himself a bowl of soup as well. He frowned and spat it out as soon as he put it into his mouth. “What the h*ll is this!?”“Chicken soup,” replied Deirdre. “No, this isn’t chicken soup. The soup you made for me doesn’t taste like this,” Brendan said as he took Deirdre’s b