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.

he was the only one who knew things

What was

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

Where are you taking

“You’ll know soon enough.”

her lip. “Is it another pet

snorted, chuckling. “I don’t

no other guesses

decided to give her a hint. “It’s a place

she wanted to

a motley of 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 out there. But

dispel her daze. “I got

glance. In her lifeless eyes,

turned forward, saw that they had reached their

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