Chapter 223 Not that I Can Enjoy It Anymore

Brendan knew she was only compliant for Ophelia’s sake, but the result alone was satisfactory. He asked for a digestion pill and pushed it into Deirdre’s mouth.

He checked the watch on his wrist. It was almost time. “Time to go.”

He wrapped Deirdre in a coat and led her outside. Sam was about to follow too, but Brendan stopped him. “You’ll be staying at home today. Deirdre and I have some private business to attend to.”

Dr. Ginger waited for the two of them to leave before ambling close to Sam and leaning on the bodyguard’s shoulder. He had a cheeky grin on his face. “Do you ever read the room, lad? Can’t you tell that these two are going on a date?”

“A date?” Sam frowned. “No way.”

“Why not?” Unlike him, Dr. Ginger knew precious little about the couple’s messy history. Still, as he shook. the hand towel clean, he pointed out, “Mr. Brighthall and Miss McKinnon’s relationship might be, uh-hem, complicated. But it’s obvious that their hearts are bound to each other. Misunderstanding is the Devil stopping them, and now that it’s been cleared, it’s just a given that they will start going out on dates again like a lovey-dovey couple, right?”

Sam watched their car disappear into the horizon in a daze.

though he was the only one who knew

he thinking? What was Mr. Brighthall

the wheel. The journey was unusually long. and Deirdre’s fingers

Where are

“You’ll know soon enough.”

“Is it another

chuckling. “I don’t recycle my

no other guesses in

to give her a hint. “It’s a place you really wanted

she wanted to

places she really wanted to visit. Growing up in the slums had deprived her of many things, including the chance to see what the world was like

to dispel her

sideways glance. In her lifeless eyes,

saw that they had reached

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