Chapter 881 There Won’t Be A Next Time

Brendan held Deirdre even more tightly. "Dee... You're worried about me." "You... idiot!" Deirdre’s eyes felt warm. God, she had to admit-being in his arms, by his side, made her feel so, so safe. But if the price of this safety was an armageddon of a media firestorm, then she would rather not have any of it.

"I.. I am not worried about you! I'm just concerned about myself!"

He caressed her hair. "It’s okay. Don't be scared."

There was no sign of him letting go. He simply held her tightly against his chest.

His action ignited a stack of kerosene. The mob rioted.

you do this to Miss McKinsey!? This b*tch pushed her down the stairs to kill her, and you, the f*cking fiance, chose to side with the criminal and protect her instead of helping your own fiancee!" "Oh, I get it! She’s here in the hospital instead of appearing in the detainment center because of you! F*cking billionaire spitting on the law and order the rest of us had to abide by just because he has some money and influence! What the f*ck do we need laws for if the Brighthall Group over here is gonna sh*t all over

a fever pitch. The only reason they had not surrounded Brendan and Deirdre and beaten

himself said nothing as the mob continued to jeer and shout. They entered the elevator with Deirdre in his arms

sir. The tip came too late, and I failed to recognize the imminent threat at the first golden minute.

her a glance. "You'll get

her abdomen and trying

"No! This has nothing to do with Shea! It’s

suddenly... Nobody would have been able to know it was going to happen! Then, when we realized something bad was going on, she immediately tried to help me, but my condition dragged us both down. You can't

it." 'That's enough!" Brendan suddenly spoke up. "I get it. The two of you have become chums who are just

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