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..."

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

tried to disguise the glee in her

she had planned. With Brendan being the messenger, Deirdre

Charlene watched, Brendan entered

into her nightgown, but as soon as she heard his footsteps, she covered her breasts-to no avail, seeing as Brendan caught a glimpse of them anyway.

Was that intentional?”

meant "did you

herself to get dressed as quickly as she could. Her impatience backfired on her, though, because suddenly her clothes seemed dead-set on rebelling against her. Even her sleeve refused to let her arm pass... for some reason. Deirdre was sweating

of her clothes, tracing its hem to the area

only trying to help her out of a pickle, so Deirdre did not let

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