Chapter 687 He Mustnât Know That Iâm Here âYeah. How did you know about that?â
âI know the customers inside that private room. She likes to order a lot of food. Itâs just thatâ¦â Deirdre came to an abrupt stop before finishing her sentence.
âItâs just what?â
âShe doesnât have much money and likes to puff herself up to the cost.
When she was in Neve, she always ran away before paying when those new restaurants werenât paying attention to her. I didnât expect sheâd come here now, and Iâm pretty sure that sheâll do the same this time.â
The receptionist did not say anything after Deirdre finished speaking, so she added, âIf you donât believe me, you can go around and ask about it yourself. That womanâs name is Charlene McKinney.â
âThat is not necessary.â The receptionist smiled. âThank you for your advice, Miss, but donât worry. That woman wonât do that this time.â
âWhy are you so sure of that?â asked Deirdre.
âItâs because Mr. Brendan Brighthall has booked that private room.â
Deirdre froze for a moment. Her fingertips were trembling when she came around to her senses.
However, she did not feel too surprised as she had expected something like this.
The receptionist continued excitedly. âIf youâre from Neve, Iâm sure you know who Brendan is, isnât it?
Heâs rich, and since sheâs his partner, I doubt sheâll run away from the bills this time.â
âReally?â Deirdre tried to calm herself down. âIt seems that I was over worried. Since youâre busy, I wonât bother you anymore. Iâm going back up now.â
âOkay. Please watch your steps when youâre on your way back.â Deirdre turned around, and perhaps because she still hadnât come around to her senses yet, she missed a step on the stairway, and her body leaned forward.
Just when she thought she was about to fall down, a pair of large hands appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her.
âMiss McKinnon.â
Deirdre raised her head to look at Whelan. âMr. McKinnon?â
âAre you alright?â asked Whelan, his voice thick with worry, âYou look pale. Are you not feeling well?
Luckily, I came out to look for you. If not, you would have fallen and hurt yourself.â
âThank you,â replied Deirdre.
Whelan was right. She would have certainly fallen and hurt herself if it werenât for him.
After that, she shook her head and continued. âIâm alright. I was just distracted by something else.â
âYou should be more careful next time. Have you handed our order to the receptionist?â
âYeah.â
âAlright then. Come, let me help you go up.â
Just when Deirdre was about to nod, a series of footsteps rang out behind her, and the receptionistâs excited and high-pitched voice wafted into her ears. âMr. Brighthall, youâre here!â
âYeah,â the man replied apathetically, his voice cold.
Deirdre felt a chill down her spine, and she grabbed at Whelanâs arm. There was only one thought in her head right now.
She mustnât let Brendan know that she was there!
She was no longer angry with Brendan, nor did she have the courage to confront himabout why he did not keep his word. It only took him a single word to drag her from heaven to hell.
After living with him in peace for some days, she had almost forgotten that this man was a demon!
âMiss McKinnon?â Whelan felt Deirdreâs fear and asked in confusion, âWhat happened?â
However, Deirdre could not say anything right now. The heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer, and she desperately tried to squeeze her body toward Whelan, using his tall stature to shield her.
She just hoped that Brendan wouldnât see her.
Whelanâs face turned red with embarrassment. Even though he was pleased with Deirdreâs action, he did not move closer to her and just allowed her to lean on him.