Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 837 Do You Really Love Miss McKinnon?

Brendan showed up at the door, appearing rather tired. His sharp eyebrows were tightly furrowed and only relaxed ever so slightly at the sight of Deirdre having dinner quietly in the dining room. He walked over and placed the box in his hand on the table.

"Why are you having dinner so late?"

Deirdre ignored the man’s concerning inquiry and kept her head lowered to eat her meal.

Brendan paid no attention to her reaction and opened the box. "It's a good time, though. Have a taste of the cake I bought you. I remember that you used to like this pastry shop's cake in the past."

He had waited in line for two hours. Otherwise, he would have returned earlier.

He picked up one of the cake slices and placed it on Deirdre's plate.

She did not respond to that and got up after finishing her meal and headed upstairs.

"Deirdre?" Brendan furrowed his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to clutch the woman's wrist. Before he could say, "What's going on with you?" Deirdre caught him off guard by freeing herself. Her eyes were calm but filled with faint hatred and disgust.

"Don't touch me."

stunned when Deirdre flung away his hand. He had no idea why Deirdre would suddenly behave so differently when they were

thought about it. It seemed that there was no better explanation other than his late

late today because the pastry shop you like was packed with customers. I waited in a

to applaud him because he had

it explained his lateness. Had she not taken the stroll today out of a

line for two hours, or did you engage in two hours of intimacy with someone

found him filthy at the

along with Brendan but

Brighthall Group. Aren't you most skilled in utilizing my privilege? Even if you have to wait in line for two hours, someone would be willing to get you what you want

and found Deirdre's sarcastic remark unpleasant

don't utilize my privilege in all circumstances. You used to wait in line to get me my favorite bagel for five hours, and I would like

late

Deirdre's gaze dimmed.

fallen for it had she not encountered