Chapter 212 The Woman Chosen by Mr. Brighthall

Brendan loosened his grip, his expression puzzled. “What’s going on?”

Deirdre took a deep breath. “Don’t you see it? I don’t enjoy being in public anymore. Walk a mile in my shoes. If you were me, would you still want to go out so you could be ridiculed by others? Even though I’m used to it, I still won’t put myself on the spot willingly.”

Deirdre not only stunned herself when she made the remark, but she wondered if she had lost her mind.” How dare I tell Brendan my innermost thoughts and resist him? He has always wanted me to be obedient and submissive.”

Only that way would he not take away the person that she cared about the most, Ophelia.

Just as expected, the surrounding ambiance turned oppressive and dull abruptly.

face turned slightly pale, and she was about to explain

understanding the situation from your point of view earlier. You are right. They won’t say it to my face, but they will inevitably ridicule and mock you. If you don’t want to show yourself in public, you

and felt the warmth of tears welling up in her eyes abruptly. Emotions were building and surging in her eyes, just like a

the situation by wiping away her tears. “Why are you so astonished? Did you

Brighthall, the manager sent me to inform you that the party has started and all the attendees have arrived except

the suit that had been prepared in advance and told Deirdre. “Stay in the room and press number one on the phone by the bedside table if you’re hungry. The call will be connected to the concierge, and you can order

of utmost importance to the company, so he did not have the courage to procrastinate. He followed the staff member to the banquet hall immediately, leaving Deirdre

around the room with her hands bit by bit and took a seat

back to

that this is Mr. Brighthall’s room? You can’t make a

Gull was

then. Hand me the access card. I’ll go into the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255