Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 831 Execute the Plan

Blood drained off Charlene's face entirely when she heard the remark, and she clutched the table with her hands.

Yes, Brendan had not come to see her even once since his return from Surstate.

Not only that, but he also refused to take her call unless it was something related to Ophelia. Otherwise, he would not be bothered to pay her the slightest attention.

She put up with it and ignored his coldness constantly, yet she was extremely embarrassed to be exposed by Connor.

"It will be fine when I marry Brendan, and the people of Neve know I'm Mrs. Brighthall." Charlene caught a breath and said in an arrogant tone, "Deirdre is still a mistress no matter how much Brendan cherishes her. She won’t be able to marry Brendan, and for that, she will cut her losses and run." "Are you certain you won't be the one that is gotten rid of first by then?" Connor glanced at the information received on his phone and showed the screen to Charlene. 'You're still dreaming about marrying Brendan, and you still don't know that Brendan has already taken Deirdre on a restaurant date as a couple. It won't be long before you are completely replaced."

Charlene's pupils constricted abruptly when she saw the photo of a woman walking into the restaurant holding Brendan's hand. She snatched the phone and caught Brendan's affectionate gaze, akin to a knife stabbing her heart.

"How is this happening?"

to dine at this restaurant on multiple occasions, but Brendan rejected her invitation. Yet, he had actually taken Deirdre there

Deirdre is supposed to loathe Brendan to death. Why is she having a good time

exuded coldness and was frantic with anger. She threw the phone

supposed to be gone already and hiding obediently in Surstate and continue

eyes were burning with intense hatred, and she vented it on the

smashing things, she breathed heavily, and her expression was distorted in rage. Her

I accept your

took Deirdre to a

a seat anyway because Brendan was the decision-maker

turned his head to look toward Deirdre to find that she was already asleep. Her lashes rested on her face and cast a layer of gentle shadows. Her facial features were small and delicate. She looked so beautiful like a princess under

had always found Deirdre's beauty to be very natural and far better than Charlene’s. He had a hard time forgetting Deirdre's

he dismissed his perception of Deirdre. In fact, his mind had been so twisted

felt very uneasy at the thought of how he had

and placed her on the passenger seat cautiously