Chapter 914 Will You Marry Me?

She meant Neve Hospital? Charlene pried the curtains open, revealing the building right opposite the bar they had been staying in. What a coincidence!

How could she possibly let up the chance to screw Deirdre even harder?

She hung up the call and decided to text: [I'm on the first floor of Nyx’s Pub. Had too much last night. I'm having a stomach upset. If there's any relief medicine, please bring some for me. I think it's time we talk.]

After ensuring the address was right, Charlene sent their location to Mrs. Engel's number and deleted all of Brendan's conversation history and text messages.

his phone back where

out of the window and watched Mrs. Engel

He was wearing his shirt from yesterday and trying to smooth the accumulated wrinkles. He took

bed, biting her lips." You're leaving?" "Of course." He shot an unfathomable glance at her. "I

gave a long, hard thought about what happened last night, and I was thinking... It can’t be good if I get pregnant and Miss McKinnon learns about it, right? Besides, you wouldn’t want me pregnant, either. So, maybe you should tell Sam to buy me some morning-after pills,

his tone was distinctively stoic. "We're going to get married in the end, so what's the problem? Your pregnancy has nothing to do with her. She can't interfere with my

man's apathy pleased her. The timing was almost nigh. Stepping forward, she asked coyly, "If I did get pregnant... would you marry me?" "Didn't I already agree to that?" Brendan replied. He yanked

and Deirdre standing right there. Mrs. Engel’s face was white as a sheet, hinting that she had heard the entirety of their conversation. Deirdre cast her gaze to the floor, but the way she clenched her fingers

and frowned. "Why are you

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