Chapter 112 Sterling is Here Brendan started the engine when they got into the car, and they remained quiet throughout the journey.
When the car stopped, Brendan took Deirdre to the destination.
The floor manager greeted Brendan with a broad smile in the lobby. âMr. Brighthall, welcome. Weâve prepared a table for you on the second floor. Let me take you there. By the way, the dishes will be served in minutes.â
âDishes? Are we here t-to have a meal?â Deirdre was astonished. But her instincts told her that it wasnât as simple as she was thinking.
However, when she sat on her seat fearfully, nothing happened.
Brendan asked indifferently, âWhat do you like to eat? Iâve simply ordered some dishes, but I donât know if they suit your taste.â
Deirdre clenched her fists as she felt inexplicably uneasy. âAnything is good.â
âReally?â Brendan smirked. âYouâve said it yourself. Donât you blame Lena again when you have something you dislike later.â
Deirdre felt tense. She couldnât help but ask, âWhy are we here?â
âThis is a restaurant. Do you know why I brought you here?â
Deirdre was wondering whether Brendan wanted to make up for that matter.
Deirdreâs mind went blank as she tensely waited for the answer. When there were noises coming from the outside, Brendan suddenly said, âCome over. Come near me and kiss me.â
Such an answer was out of Deirdreâs expectations. She lifted her head with disbelief.
Brendan expressed dissatisfaction. âAre you unwilling? Or do you feel disappointed that I only took you out for a meal? You wanted to chat and dance with those rich guys yesterday, right?â
Deirdreâs face turned pale in an instant. She put her arms on the table and moved her face closer to Brendan to feel his breath and locate his lips.
Brendan snorted mockingly. He kept a distance from Deirdre and watched her try her best to get near him indifferently, even though she was trembling.
Brendan held Deirdreâs waist and teased her, âHow long do you want to remain irresolute? Just so unwilling?â
Deirdre took a deep breath. âI-I just canât locate your lips.â
Brendan shifted his focus to Deirdreâs neck and the unbuttoned uppermost button. He then said casually, âSince you are the one who does this, you should know how to use your advantage to get others to take the bait. Unbutton the rest below.â
âHere?â Deirdre asked in a trembling voice because she was afraid that people might come in anytime.
âYou can choose not to unbutton yourself, butâ¦â Brendan smirked coldly and didnât say anything further. Deirdre understood what Brendan meant. She closed her eyes and unbuttoned herself.
Brendan seemed to be rewarding Deirdre by going near her and having his lips collide with hers. It was at this moment that the door flung open.
Before Deirdre could react, Brendan held her head back and forcefully deepened the kiss.
Deirdre heard the sound of plates falling to the ground near the door. Sterlingâs furious voice followed it.
âBrendan Brighthall! You b*stard!â
Deirdreâs eyes widened with disbelief. Even though she couldnât see anything, she saw endless darkness and her desperation.
She couldnât believe that Sterling was here in this restaurant!
Before Deirdre could react, Sterling rushed toward Brendan and punched him. He then took off his jacket and put on Deirdre.
Deirdre was shivering. She finally knew the reason Brendan wanted her to unbutton herself and kiss him. Brendan wanted Sterling to see how she did whatever she could to curry favor with him like a sl*t.
âSterling Fuller, what are you doing!? Do you know that heâs our VIP? What the hell are you doing? Do you still want to work here and get your salary!â