Chapter 850 Pregnancy Check-Up "Mr.Brighthall, if I may?"
Mrs.Engel began worriedly.
"I donât know what happened between you and Mrs.Brighthall, but I haven't been blind to how youâve been treating her.Iâm hard - pressed to believe anyone who says you donât care about her, okay? I also donât really understand why you had to lie to her, but if I may ...Mrs.Brighthall is a very sensitive person.She needs security, Mr.Brighthall.Lying to her once is enough.Please, donât do it again...before her heart turns to stone."
A fog seemed to have dawned on Brendanâs eyes.
"I understand what you say, but Iâm afraid this is more complicated than you might have imagined.For now, please focus on taking care of Deirdre."
Mrs.Engel raised her head.
"Are you leaving?"
Brendan remembered the things Charlene had said that day, his expression darkening.
"No, not leaving.I simply have something important I must settle."
He went upstairs.
Naturally, the door to Deirdreâs room was locked, so he knocked.
"Can I come in, Dee?"
There was no answerâjust as he expected.
His first instinct was to forcibly open the door with a key, but his mind quickly conjured Deirdreâs sneering, snickering face and her comment about being denied the most basic of freedom and agency.
He lost to that imagery and decided against his instinct.
It also meant he had to hasten his progress.
Deirdre could hear his retreating footsteps as she lay on her bed.
Her chest gradually phased from agony to numbness, though she could still feel occasional spasms.
What a joke she was.
She had been under the impression she was manipulating him, but it turned out she almost fell for his honey trap.
If Henry's sister had not shown up, she would have slowly and gradually wished that this cursed relationship would continue the way it was, would she not? She closed her eyes.
The day was still bright, but she was already too tired to live through the rest of the day.
She only managed to sleep at 4:00 or 5:00 a.m.
Brendan had not seen Deirdre for four days straight since then.
Maybe he was busy with work, or maybe he was avoiding her.
Deirdre believed the latter because, knowing Brendan, the man would always find a way to fake a "chance"
meeting if he wanted to.
He stopped seeing her because he got bored of her or got bored of cooking up another funny scheme.
Mrs.Engel had no grasp of how far things had developed.
All she knew was that the air had returned to what it once wasâstiff, stilted, and tense.
She had to put a guard on her words just like it was before.
Surprisingly, Deirdre seemed to be the most relaxed of them all.
She would listen to audiobooks every day or enjoy some fresh air in the yard as if that day had never happened.
Even if it had, it seemed to have failed to leave a single stain in her memory.
Like the past few days, Deirdre was reclining into an outdoor chair, her eyes closed, as she relaxed in the yard.
She sensed someone drawing near and moved slightly.
"Oh, Mrs.Engel! Itâs getting a little colder now.
Could you please grab a blanket for me?"
There was no answer, so she opened her eyes.
An icy scowl immediately formed on her visage.
Brendan removed his coat and hung it on her shoulders, his movement featherlight.
Deirdre's hand began to jostle against itâshe could not stand to come into contact with any of his thingsâbut Brendan stopped her.
"Just put it on.Otherwise, youâll have to trouble yourself by going upstairs to grab your own coat."
"Whatâs that supposed to mean?" asked Deirdre, raising her head.
The blinding sun stung her into narrowing her eyes.
Brendan observed her for a moment before answering, "Itâs time for your pregnancy check-up."
Deirdre could not argue against something so obviously crucial to her health, but she thought she could at least try to fight for her peace of mind.
"I'll go with Mrs.Engel."
"No," he declined firmly.
"I'll never be absent on any occasion involving our child."
Deirdre flashed him a mocking smile, but she said nothing and got out of the chair.
It had been a while since she stood, so her knees wobbled as soon her feet touched the ground.She fell forward.She did not feel the pain of a crash.
Instead, Brendanâs arms arrived just in time to stop her fall before drawing her into him.
His strong, sturdy arm stunned Deirdre for a moment.
Then, anew stimulus drew her attention âperfume alien to the scent Brendan would wear.