Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 122 The Food Has Been Tampered With

“Yes.” Charlene chuckled and said, “However, it’s possible that I will need to stay in the villa for some time because of my health, Ms. McKinnon. I’m sorry that you need to put up with me.”

Deidre sneered soundlessly. ‘This woman is really good at being a hypocrite both with her words and demeanor. However, Brendan just can’t seem to notice what a hypocrite she is.’

She nodded. She really wanted to remove herself from that place and head upstairs, but Charlene said, “Let’s have a meal together, Ms. McKinnon. I’m quite good at cooking.”

“It’s fine…” Before she could reject the offer, she sensed Brendan’s overbearing gaze.

He was warning her.

Deirdre changed her words and suppressed her disgust. “Sure.”

Soon, Charlene headed to the kitchen to cook, and they gathered around the dining table. She prepared a full plate of food for Deirdre and said with a gentle smile, “I don’t like your food preferences, so I prepared a normal meal. Have a taste and let me know if you like it, Deirdre.”

not like your

complains… that she doesn’t like

would not dare. You made

her cutlery and put it in her mouth before she choked on the food and

too spicy. It was bitter and spicy, and the taste was all sorts of

eyes reddened with tears instantly. “Is my cooking

the ground with a loud bang, looking extremely furious. “Deirdre, there’s a limit to your affection! I tasted the food, and it tasted pretty good. Why are you

back her tears and clutched the hem of her skirt with her hands, as if she was being treated unjustly.

cooking skills that Ms. McKinnon hates my food… It’s fine that Ms.

in prison in the past? She’s asking for pity on purpose.” Brendan cast a ferocious glance at Deirdre.” Deirdre, don’t even think about getting any rest today if you don’t finish your food. I would like

was nothing that Brendan could say to her now that would hurt her more. She found it amusing that Charlene would prepare a meal for her painstakingly just

were very apparent. Bliss would be kicked

breath, clutched the cutlery tightly, and