Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 260 A Surprise For You

Looking at Deirdre, the doctor suddenly understood why Brendan was so encouraging.

Brendan himself did not seem overly emotive, but a closer inspection of his eyes revealed thawed frost and an almost shy smile blooming beneath. “Yeah. I believe you.”

Dr. Ginger read the room and knew it was time for him to go.

Deirdre went to search for the wooden music sheet upstairs. Halfway through, she stopped on the stairs, turned around, and declared, “For your information, Brendan, there is nothing going on between me and Mr. Carlson. Not today, not tomorrow.. and not ever!”

She let the handrail lead her back to her room. Behind her, Brendan’s handsome features seemed to soften into a fluffier imitation of themselves under the house’s gentle lighting.

Was this her definitive denial of his accusation?

This was the same woman who would make a conscious effort to spare him as few words as possible, but now… Look at how cute she was being, trying to explain herself!

needed time to practice the scores on her wood–carved music sheet,

door suddenly opened. A grinning Maeve walked in, teasing her. “Dee Dee,

unwilling to set

and ruin the surprise for you, sweetie. You’re gonna have to see for yourself!” the older woman replied

by the rail, and stopped by the living room. Maeve guided her hand

against the surface and it caved inward, releasing a single musical

hand… resting

garden outside when I saw this huge beast sitting right there. Gave me a good fright, I swear! I bet it costs a lot too, doesn’t it?” Sawyer, the designated grunt tasked to move the piano into the house, chuckled.” More than $30,000, ma’am. Rather premium quality, too. Mr. Brighthall made it really clear, though: He didn’t care how much it cost as

staggering price. She doubted the piano at her workplace was worth that much.

aloud, “Sorry–return it? You mean… you don’t like it? Well, there are

hung her head, her voice hushed. “It’s too expensive for me. I don’t even play at home, so there’s no

Mr. Brighthall’s wish,