Chapter 843 Everything She Said Is Fake Meanwhile, Madame Brighthall and Brendan returned from their conversation in private.
Charlene was not planning to stay longer since her goal had been achieved. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said, âSince I came at the wrong time, I shall make a move first. Iâll come and visit you again another day, Madame Brighthall.â
Madame Brighthall nodded uneasily. Charlene walked away for two steps before she turned around and stared at Brendan with gentle eyes. âIâll wait for you, Brendan.â
Brendan stared at Charlene without any expression on his face. Charlene smiled and left. The houseâs atmosphere turned awkward all at once.
It was Madame Brighthall who broke the silence first. âHow do you find the soup, Deirdre? It has been a few years since I cooked personally, so I donât know if my cooking skill has deteriorated.â
Deirdre restrained the emotions in her eyes.
âThe soup you cook tastes scrumptious. I enjoy it very much, Madame Brighthall.â
She felt alienated by Deirdreâs address of âMadame Brighthallâ so she could not refrain from holding Deirdreâs hands. âIf you donât mind, you may address me as âAunt Brighthallâ. After youâve given birth to the child, you can have your wedding with Brendan, and then you may call me something else.â
Deirdre forced a smile and nodded in agreement, but she did not attempt to flatter Madame Brighthall.
Brendan walked over and wrapped his arms around the woman when Madame Brighthall headed to the kitchen. âWhat did Charlene say to you?â
Before Deirdre could answer, Brendan said, âDonât believe anything she said. Itâs all fake.â
Deirdre smiled, pulled back her hands without changing her expression, and said, âHow can you be so sure that what she said is all fake when you donât even know what we talked about?â
Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. âNothing good ever comes from a woman like her.â
Deirdre found it ridiculous and raised her head to look at him. âCharlene said that your names are still displayed on the top of Google Trends for others to envy until now. Is that real or fake?â
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âStop flirting around there, both of you. The meals are already served.Come and eat quickly.â
Madame Brighthall walked out of the kitchen and urged them in a gentle voice.
Deirdre walked over in advance, and she was helped to her seat by the servant.
Madame Brighthall constantly reminded Deirdre to take care of herself and her child throughout the meal. She parted unwillingly with Deirdre in the evening and gazed after the departing Brendan and Deirdre as they got into the car.
During the journey, Brendan struck up a conversation on purpose while Deirdre was calm. She did not refuse to engage in conversations but was not enthusiastic either. In reality, her mind was filled with what Charleen had said before she left.
She wondered what was all about the matter Charlene had brought up. It did not sound like she had made it up, judging by the arrogance in her tone. Could it be that Brendan was hiding something from her?
She was caught in a daze, so Brendan assumed she was still thinking about the top search article. He explained, âDonât be angry. My act of not dismissing the article is not because of her.â
Deirdre recovered from her surprise and cast him a look.
âIf you didnât do it for her, why didnât you get rid of her today?â Deirdre smiled Nonchalantly.
She did not mind, but it did not mean she was a fool.
If Brendan was telling the truth about him not having feelings for Charlene, why would he turn a deaf ear to her provocative remarks in the family mansion earlier?
Brendan figured out from her expression it was something else. He pulled Deirdre into his arms and over his thighs, studied the womanâs slightly astonished expression, and his gaze was tainted with a tinge of affection.â Are you jealous?â
Deirdre was expressionless when she said, âIs that possible?â
Brendanâs dark eyes turned solemn. Deirdre shoved him away and said calmly, âBrendan Brighthall, you should understand very well the reason weâre together. It is you who forced it on me, and you are the one that wants the child. On the other hand, it is already magnanimous of me to give my consent. I donât know if you really have feelings for me or if you just find me intriguing, but I donât care.â