Chapter 929 Somebody Took Pictures of Them Visiting the OB-GYN The timescale matched.
Brendanâs handsome features remained apathetic throughout the process. As they entered the car, Charlene asked sheepishly, âYou⦠donât want this kid, do you?â
Her eyes turned misty. âIf you donât want them, just say it. Iâm not going to force you into taking care of a child you donât want. The last thing I want is to bring a fatherless kid to the world.
Brendan snapped out of his trance. âWhat are you saying? I said I was going to marry you, didnât I?â
As he turned the car engine on, Charlene laughed self-deprecatingly. âYes, you did, but only because you needed news about Ophelia McKinnonâs whereabouts. It wasnât out of real love. If it wasnât for Ophelia, you wouldnât even spare me a glance, would you?â
Mentioning Ophelia brought a mocking sneer to Brendanâs face. âYou really think Iâd marry a woman I donât love for Opheliaâs sake?â
Charlene froze. Then, her eyes gleamed in anticipation. âWhat did you say, Bren?â
Brendan was reluctant to repeat himself, so he did not answer her at all. Still, Charleneâs heart raced.
His relationship with Deirdre had deteriorated, and now here he was, agreeing to marry Charlene. That could only mean one thing-he was giving her a chance.
In the end, Brendan did not want their relationship to end just like that!
A smile shadowed Charleneâs lips. She knew it! Their relationship was one built for years and years.
There was no way Deirdre alone was enough to demolish such a solid foundation! Brendan still loved her!
âBren, are you saying⦠youâre doing all of this for my sake?â Charlene drawled excitedly, her joy impossible to hide. She placed her fingers on the manâs hand on the wheel, her voice soft and coy. âYou agreed to my deal because you still cared about me, didnât you?â
Brendan did not answer her. He simply cast his eyes down. âYou disappointed me when you abducted Deirdre back then. You shouldnât have been that jealous.â
Charleneâs acting mode was triggered. âI know, I know. Believe me. I regret what I did ever since then,â
she murmured, biting her lips. âI love you so much that I lost control of myself and acted without reason, but now?
Now, Iâm actually coming along well with Miss McKinnon! Iâm not going to harm her again.â
Brendan withheld her gaze with a gentle one. âI believe you.â
A brilliant smile blossomed on Charleneâs face. Had it not been for the fact that Brendan was driving, she would have kissed him right there and then.
The mood was going so well that Charlene could not help but want to give a bit more into her kindly, compassionate facade. âBren, you really donât have to worry. Miss McKinnonâs mom is actually living pretty well in a little town. She doesnât have to worry about her life because someone always provides her monthly allowance. In fact, I think her life is a step up from before!â
Charlene knew better than just exposing her card and giving him the address to Opheliaâs whereabouts. She was just going to tell him everything was fine-and that should be all there was to it.
Brendan did not seem to mind the lack of additional details, nor did he try to pry from her lips. He seemed to pay most of his attention to driving.
Then, on the very next day, news of the couple visiting the hospital became headlines. Someone on the internet had uploaded pictures of Brendan and Charlene standing outside the OB-GYN consultation door.
It was a bombshell reveal.
âWhy were Charli and Brendan visiting OB-GYN, guys? Unless!? Expecting!?â âYâall, itâs gotta be it!
Damn, they were planning to get married, and they have kids already? Those wedding bells are gonna toll for them really soon!â âFinally! After all these years!â
âI eagerly await the event of the year!â
Comments and congratulations among themselves were insufficient to some of these people, too, because they even showed up on the Brighthall Groupâs official Twitter account to leave their wishes.
Then, to most peopleâs shock, someone even managed to uncover Charleneâs personal Twitter account. A tweet from a few days ago read:â Life is full of surprises, but my little angel is just the start of even more pleasant ones. I canât wait!!!â
It was the final nail in the speculation coffin.