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Chapter 211 She Is Mrs. Brighthall
Brendan asked, but there was no response from Deirdre. He figured out that Deirdre was still awake,
so he leaned next to her ear and whispered, “It was my fault for disappointing you in the past, Deirdre. I
ruined your life and everything in it. If I could do it over, I’d want to keep the child and ask you to stay.
However, I can’t turn back time, so please give me a chance to atone. If you still want to leave after
meeting Ophelia, I’ll grant you the freedom to do so.”
Upon saying that, he tucked Deirdre under the blanket and left.
Deirdre opened her eyes and listened to her violent yet loud heartbeat.
The next morning, Brendan received some information from the company.
One of the tourism development projects was facing some issues, and Brendan was needed urgently
there to connect with the collaborators. The trip could take a week or five days at the very least.
Brendan was well aware that Deirdre’s heart was already wavering, and it would be best to continue his
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtvictorious pursuit. If he were to let her cool down for five days, she would return to her calm self once
again.
“Must I stay for such a long time?”
The assistant was conflicted. “The location is quite far, and you’ll be checking different areas there, so
you can’t shorten the
“Alright, understood.”
Brendan got changed and got out of the room, only to find Deirdre already seated at the dining table.
His hands were healed but he still waited for Deirdre to feed him. When the feeding was completed,
Brendan said nonchalantly, “Come with me on a trip to Southyarn tonight.”
Deirdre raised her head, and Brendan said, “I will be leaving for a trip and I don’t know when I’ll be
back. The trip will last five days at the very least, and I will only be at ease if I bring you along. Besides,
I need you urgently because of my hands.”
Deirdre could not reject his remark, which had a dual meaning, so she could only return to the room to
pack up.
She brought two garments with her. Sawyer drove both of them to the airport, and they flew a great
distance before they were picked up right after they disembarked from the plane.
“Hello, hello, Mr. Brighthall! We’ve already prepared the hotel room, and you’ll be heading to the
banquet hall when we get there so you can meet the collaborators right away.”
Brendan nodded. The person in charge looked at Deirdre and paused for a moment. “Is this your
assistant or servant, Mr. Brighthall?”
Deirdre’s body stiffened, and she hid herself subconsciously. Brendan furrowed his eyebrows rapidly
and wrapped his arms around her, his gaze icy. “This is Mrs. Brighthall.”
The expression of the person in charge changed drastically at once, and Deirdre was stunned as well.
She heard the person in charge slap his forehead in a haste. “What’s wrong with me that I didn’t even
manage to recognize Mrs. Brighthall! I’m really sorry, Mrs. Brighthall!”
“It’s fine.” Deirdre lowered her head but she was having trouble getting accustomed to this. She wanted
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmto run
It was fortunate that they reached the hotel soon. Brendan removed his tie after they entered the room
and scanned Deirdre’s back with his gaze. “Are you feeling unwell today? Is it because of what the
manager said? If it is, just say it and I’ll make him disappear from Southyarn.”
“No, it’s not related to him.”
“Not related to him?” Brendan stepped forward, making her turn to him and tilting her chin up with his
hand. He sized up her face and said, “You’ve been in a bad mood ever since you met him. What else
could it be if not his inability to recognize you?”
Deirdre forced a smile. “I’m not that childish, Brendan. I wouldn’t make a fuss out of a trivial matter like
this. It’s very normal for people not to recognize me.”
“You just don’t like to be mistaken for someone else then.” Brendan was very determined. “Get
changed. I’m taking you to the banquet hall to introduce you to everyone. You should be pleased,
right?”
He held her hand, yet she resisted with all her might. “Let go of me, Brendan!”