Chapter 547 Help Me Call the Police!
However, this was all Brendanâs fault. He was beyond redemption, and there was nothing he could do to make her forgive him.
âTake that back, Deirdre,â commanded Brendan, his voice cold and his breath raspy.
Deirdre scoffed and said, âYou brought this to yourself, and now you canât accept what you did?
âIf even you can accept the bad deeds you committed, what makes you think that I cant forgive you?
Brendan, you-â
His heart was stung with pain as he listened to her words. Before she could finish her sentence, Brendan lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, his emotion surging.
It was as if he was attempting to stop her from saying something he couldnât accept.
Deirdreâs eyes widened in disbelief. The soft lips of the man made her mind go blank. Following that, an endless wave of anger, shame, and disgust overwhelmed her.
Driven by her rage, she slapped him across his face, stunning him. The side of his cheek. was swollen up, and there were some emotions in his eyes that Deirdre couldnât read.
At that moment, Declan opened the door and was slightly stunned when he saw Brendant and Deirdre.
âWhat are you two doing?â
His head was blank. He did not know what they were doing inside the car, but it seemed to him that they were having a fight. Before he could do anything, Deirdre tore her shirt open and got out of the car.
âMr. King!â Her face was full of tears as she bit her lower lips tightly. âPlease help me call the police!â
âCall the police?â Declan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized something.
The man in front of him right now was not Kyran. He was Brendan.
When the thought surfaced in his head, he hastily protected Deirdre behind him. Then, he looked at Brendan and said sternly, âMr. Brighthall, donât you think itâs inappropriate for you to take advantage of a woman in an open street?â
Brendan took a deep breath to calm himself down and got out of the car. He went along with Declan and asked, âDeclan, since when did you get acquainted with Deirdre?â
âThatâs none of your business,â Declan said flatly. âIf you have the time, you should take care of your fiancee at the police station. Letâs go, Ms. McKinnon.â
Declan brought Deirdre back to his car. Tears streamed down her face as soon as she got into the car.
She had been holding her tears back as she did not want Brendan to look down on her.
Declan looked at her silently. After she calmed herself down, he handed her a tissue paper. âAre you all right?â
âYeah,â replied Deirdre. âIâm so sorry for the mess, Mr. King.â
âDonât be.â Declan hesitated for a while and asked, âHow did you run into Brendan?â
By right, it was not the right time for Brendan to show up in front of her as Brendan.
Deirdreâs head was a muddled mess. âI came to the police station to do something. I didnât expect Brendan to be here too,â she said.
Understanding soon dawned on Declan.
âSo, it was just an accident.â
His eyebrows knitted deeply at the center of his forehead. Even now, Deirdre hated Brendan to the bone. He could hardly imagine the situation when Deirdre found out that Kyran and Brendan were the same person.
He started the car and said, âIâll send you back first. If you want to come to the police station next time, you should let me know. Iâll come with you. After all, Charlene is still being detained at the police station. Iâm worried that she might hurt you.â
âOkayâ¦â
Deirdre nodded. She did not expect to run into Brendan today, either. If she had known it earlier, she wouldnât have come here.