Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 907

Chapter 907 Hang On A Little Longer, Okay?

All Brendan cared about was the kid Deirdre bore him, right? So what would happen… if Charlene got pregnant too?

The young woman thought long and hard about it as she savored her risotto. When she was done, she got up and went for a bath as preparation.

Deirdre lay on her back alone and watched the sky turn darker and darker. Sleep came to her like a cascade, but a second after she drifted off, she heard soft noises coming from her balcony.

It sounded as if someone was opening her window. She pulled herself up with her palms, but before she could even see anything, the figure that entered her room through the balcony threw their arms around her and locked her in a suffocating embrace.

Deirdre froze. Shock gradually displaced her sleep. Then, softly, she urged,” Have you gone nuts?”

The first floor did not sound like much on paper, but it was still a considerable height to fall from. The fact that this unhinged man had decided to climb out of his window and into hers as if he would somehow be exempted from accidents was just… insane!

“But I’m starting to miss you already,” Brendan replied, rubbing her hair with his cheek. “I rolled around my bed and still couldn’t sleep, so I thought, huh, I should come to see you.” “What happens if Charlene sees you like this?” Deirdre rebuffed nervously.” All that performance will be for nothing!” “That’s not gonna happen. Don’t worry.” He laughed. “We sleep in separate rooms, remember? How is she going to tell?”

After all, the two lead players, had orchestrated what happened during dinner. Deirdre had agreed to it despite not knowing what Brendan’s ulterior motive was, but it was fun to watch Charlene beaming

smugly as if she was the winner instead of the unsuspecting fool.

“Did you miss me?” asked Brendan, his eyes blazing a little too strongly at the young woman’s top half. Her loose collar from her shoulder down gave him ample window to admire, though his eyes ultimately glided down to her abdomen. He placed a hand on her abdomen. “What about our kid? Miss me yet?”

Deirdre did not even know what to answer. Amused, she replied, “Brendan, the child doesn’t even kick yet.”

Brendan leaned his head forward and pressed his ear against her skin. He listened for a moment and said, “Ah. The kid said it missed me and wants me to be around the two of you tonight.”

Deirdre hardly had a chance to answer him. Swiftly, Brendan hooked Deirdre’s body toward him. The young woman found herself lying on all fours atop his chest.

The entire room was filled with Deirdre’s scent. As Brendan breathed it in, he closed his eyes. “Just hang on a little longer, Dee. I’ll have Shea guarding you very soon. That way, you’ll be protected from whatever crap Charlene will throw your way.” “It’s okay.” Deirdre perched on his chest, her eyes downcast. “I’ve been waiting for a chance like this for so long. Having to wait slightly longer is not that difficult.” “Good to hear it.”

Their position was a little too awkward to Deirdre’s liking. She started to move, hoping to get down from him, when suddenly, she froze in midstruggle.

Brendan opened his eyes. “Why stop?”

Deirdre’s skin was boiling. She was frozen stiff.

Brendan gently pulled her to his side and kissed her ear. “Oh, that? Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything to you tonight, especially since I don’t think you can handle it.”

Deirdre cast her eyes down, speechless. Her sleep was completely gone, though. “That’s all?” she asked despite herself.

Brendan shot her a meaningful glance. “Deirdre McKinnon, do you know what that could mean when you put it that way?”

She stiffened before a wave of flustering warmth washed over her. “Wait! What I meant was-”

Brendan pressed his finger on her trembling lips and stopped her from explaining. “I know, Dee. I know,” he said, his eyes gentle. “Come on. Time to sleep.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Deirdre took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was initially difficult, but as she breathed in his scent, she grew drowsy and even fell asleep.

It was then that a series of soft but perceptible rapping sounds on the door startled Deirdre.