Chapter 230: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 230

Chapter 230 You Are Angry Madame Brighthall shot Deirdre a frigid glare. “A woman like her must be kept at home. Don’t even think about taking her out again.”

Following that, Madame Brighthall no longer felt like shopping and left with Charlene.

Deirdre’s gaze remained blank. She thought she was shameless herself, but Madame Brighthall accusing her of being the ‘third party’ and ‘that kind of woman had destroyed her accumulated willpower. “Deirdre, are you alright?” Brendan caressed her face. Deirdre furrowed her brows tightly while her forehead was sweating. She was in a daze, and Brendan didn’t know what she was thinking.

“I’m fine.” Deirdre recovered from her daze and avoided Brendan’s hand.

Brendan missed his target and felt that something was missing When he realized what it was, he clasped Deirdre’s wrist. “Are you angry? You should be aware of the matter between Charlene and my mother. My mother misunderstood that you’re the third party, so it’s normal that her harsh words made you feel bad. Don’t take it to heart-”

“I’m not,” Deirdre calmly replied with downcast eyes. “I’m not feeling uncomfortable because of Madame Brighthall’s harsh words.”

“What is it then?” Brendan was confused.

Deirdre didn’t answer but slowly closed her eyes. “Let’s go back. I’m rather tired”

As soon as they got back, Deirdre closed the door to her room and lay on the bed.

She had not lost her temper. In fact, she had been calmed down further by Madame Brighthall’s words.

Yes, a woman like her could never be presentable indeed. This was a fact she used to be clear about, and she shouldn’t have wavered just because of Brendan’s words.

She closed her eyes wearily, but when she thought about it, she felt at ease suddenly.

She thought it would be good enough to continue acting as a mistress provided Ophelia was still alive.

She didn’t have to worry about it too much because that was not what she should be thinking about.

Deirdre woke up from her slumber at midnight. She felt warmth even though she could recall that she hadn’t turned on the heating system in the room.

She slowly got out of bed and started cleaning her room. As she thought that Ophelia was supposed to come today, she couldn’t wait. The moment she put on her clothes and opened the door to go out, she bumped into a person emitting a strong smell of cigarettes.

“You up?” Brendan simply dropped the cigarette butt on the floor, where more cigarette butts were scattered.

Deirdre had soft feet. She came to her senses and raised her eyes after she stepped on a few cigarette butts. “Have you been standing by the door?”

“Yes.” Brendan admitted it and dispersed the smoke from his mouth. “I want to talk to you. But because you were still sleeping and I didn’t want to disturb you, I’ve been waiting by the door.”

He inevitably sounded impatient. Besides, because the doorway wasn’t as warm as the room, his breathing gave off hints of coldness. Deirdre took a step backward. “Let’s talk inside.”

“No.” Brendan looked into Deirdre’s eyes. “It’s just a few words. About what my mother said yesterday.”

Deirdre could feel that she was calm when she said, “If you want to tell me not to take those words to heart, then there is no need for you to do anything because I never did.”

“In that case, why are you treating me with this attitude?” Brendan said firmly. “You are angry.”

Deirdre wanted to deny it, but she felt her heart aching. At the moment, even she didn’t know what she was angry about.

Perhaps she was furious because she was wavering.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Deirdre raised her head. Her eyes were clear and unfocused when she said, ” The only thing I’m concerned about is my mother. You said you wanted us to go back to the old days, and we can still do it. Nothing has changed.”