Chapter 688 Who's He?

30 feet... 15 feet... 7 feet...

Deirdre's heart was hammering rapidly inside her chest as her fingertips went cold. Then, with a stomp, the man's feet landed on the staircase.

At that moment, Deirdre's heart skipped a beat as well.

Both of them were right above the stairs while Brendan was behind them.

Brendan continued to climb the stairs, and apparently, he did not notice them. Soon, he arrived next to them in a few steps, and his body scent tickled Deirdre's nostrils.

Just when Deirdre thought something was about to happen, he walked straight past them and headed up to a higher floor.

'He didn't notice me?'

When the thought surfaced in Deirdre's brain, she felt as if all her energy had left her body. She let go of Whelan and found that her back was wet with sweat.

"Miss McKinnon, can you tell me what happened?” Whelan asked, "Are you alright?"

though he tried to keep his voice low, Brendan still heard his voice and

ashen pale as Brendan turned

him. It was exactly the same jacket that he had personally chosen not long ago when Deirdre accompanied

with rage. At that moment, he just wanted to go forward and punch the man’s

Deirdre would never allow another man to

the same

that the figure in the man’s arms in front of him was not Deirdre, but he found it impossible. He

was filled with

pleaded, "Let's go. Bring me out

he decided to do as Deirdre

were about to reach the lower floor,

"Stop!"

his head. What appeared in his vision was a finely sculptured face. It wouldn't even be far-fetched to say that he was a masterpiece of God, and

his piercing gaze. It seemed to Whelan that

did not want to make himself look weak in front of a woman he liked, so he

down the stairs step by step and fixed

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