Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 850 Pregnancy Check-Up

"Mr. Brighthall, if I may?" Mrs. Engel began worriedly. "I don't know what happened between you and Mrs. Brighthall, but I haven’t been blind to how you've been treating her. I'm hard-pressed to believe anyone who says you don’t care about her, okay? I also don’t really understand why you had to lie to her, but if I may... Mrs. Brighthall is a very sensitive person. She needs security, Mr. Brighthall. Lying to her once is enough. Please, don’t do it again... before her heart turns to stone.’’

A fog seemed to have dawned on Brendan's eyes. "I understand what you say, but I'm afraid this is more complicated than you might have imagined. For now, please focus on taking care of Deirdre."

Mrs. Engel raised her head. "Are you leaving?"

Brendan remembered the things Charlene had said that day, his expression darkening. "No, not leaving. I simply have something important I must settle."

He went upstairs. Naturally, the door to Deirdre's room was locked, so he knocked. "Can I come in, Dee?"

There was no answer-just as he expected. His first instinct was to forcibly open the door with a key, but his mind quickly conjured Deirdre's sneering, snickering face and her comment about being denied the most basic of freedom and agency.

lost to that imagery and decided against his

meant he had to hasten his

as she lay on her bed. Her chest gradually phased from agony to numbness, though she could still feel occasional

the impression she was manipulating him, but it turned out she almost fell for his honey trap. If Henry's sister had not shown up, she would have slowly and gradually wished that

closed her eyes. The day was still bright, but she was already too tired to

only managed to sleep at 4:00 or

for four days straight since then. Maybe he was busy with work, or maybe he was avoiding her. Deirdre believed the latter because, knowing Brendan, the man would always find a way to fake

he got bored of her or got bored of cooking up another

she knew was that the air had returned to what it

day or enjoy some fresh air in the yard as if

outdoor chair, her eyes closed, as she relaxed in the yard. She sensed someone drawing near and moved slightly. "Oh, Mrs. Engel! It's getting a little

answer, so she opened