Chapter 932 You'll Need To Attend the Wedding

Brendan's gaze pooled around Charlene, like a spotlight, as she continued to sob. "If it weren't for those journalists putting my feet on the fire, I wouldn't have forced Miss McKinnon to attend my wedding, okay?

"Do you really think her attendance is going to be, in any way, shape, or form, beneficial to me? She's pregnant with your child, Bren! Every time I see it, it hurts me so much!"

She was acting so hard, yet Brendan’s eyes exuded impassivity and nonchalance. He waited until she was done venting and passed her a piece of tissue. "So, you had nothing to do with it?" "Of course!" Charlene wiped away her tears.

"I see. I believe you." Brendan’s tone softened.

Charlene broke out a watery smile and began redressing her ruined makeup as Brendan focused on driving. "Bren, should... Should we tell Miss McKinnon? I told the reporter that she was joining, after all..."

to be there, or it'd seem like we were bluffing." "But what if she doesn't want to attend?" Charlene bit her lips. 'The last time I invited her when I saw her in the yard, she didn't agree to it and was even glared at. I was so scared I just shut up. If I'd said more, it would look as if I’m trying

as she tried to disguise

the messenger, Deirdre would not be able to reject the invitation at

night, as Charlene watched, Brendan entered Deirdre's

breasts-to no avail, seeing as Brendan caught a glimpse of

Was that intentional?”

he meant "did you plan

on her, though, because suddenly her clothes seemed dead-set on rebelling against her. Even her sleeve refused to let her arm

against her back. She felt his fingers pinching on the edge of her clothes, tracing its hem to the area where her arm was stuck, before gently yanking it down

touch of his fingertip light up a path of fire on her skin? Yes. But... he was only trying to help her out of a pickle, so Deirdre did not let her mind drift off

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