Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 260 A Surprise For You

Looking at Deirdre, the doctor suddenly understood why Brendan was so encouraging.

Brendan himself did not seem overly emotive, but a closer inspection of his eyes revealed thawed frost and an almost shy smile blooming beneath. “Yeah. I believe you.”

Dr. Ginger read the room and knew it was time for him to go.

Deirdre went to search for the wooden music sheet upstairs. Halfway through, she stopped on the stairs, turned around, and declared, “For your information, Brendan, there is nothing going on between me and Mr. Carlson. Not today, not tomorrow.. and not ever!”

She let the handrail lead her back to her room. Behind her, Brendan’s handsome features seemed to soften into a fluffier imitation of themselves under the house’s gentle lighting.

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Was this her definitive denial of his accusation?

This was the same woman who would make a conscious effort to spare him as few words as possible, but now… Look at how cute she was being, trying to explain herself!

Deirdre woke up early the next morning. She needed time to practice the scores on her wood–carved music sheet, so she placed her good hand on her desk and imagined piano keys under her fluttering fingerwork.

The door suddenly opened. A grinning Maeve walked in, teasing her. “Dee Dee, come on! You gotta see this!”

Deirdre closed the sheet book but found herself unwilling to set it down completely.” What’s up, Mom?”

“Oh no, I’m not going to explain it and ruin the surprise for you, sweetie. You’re gonna have to see for yourself!” the older woman replied cryptically.

Deidre wasted no time musing. She went downstairs, her hand led by the rail, and stopped by the living room. Maeve guided her hand to a smooth, cool surface.

She was startled. Her finger pushed against the surface and it caved inward, releasing a single musical note.

Was her hand… resting on piano keys?

Maeve tittered. “I was watering the garden outside when I saw this huge beast sitting right there. Gave me a good fright, I swear! I bet it costs a lot too, doesn’t it?” Sawyer, the designated grunt tasked to move the piano into the house, chuckled.” More than $30,000, ma’am. Rather premium quality, too. Mr. Brighthall made it really clear, though: He didn’t care how much it cost as long as Miss McKinnon liked it! So, how does it feel, Miss McKinnon? Is it good?”

Deirdre was left in a daze by the staggering price. She doubted the piano at her workplace was worth that much. “Can we return this?”

Maeve and Sawyer were nonplussed. The man scratched his head and wondered aloud, “Sorry–return it? You mean… you don’t like it? Well, there are more where this came from. We’ll just pick another one that you like!”

“That’s… not it.” She hung her head, her voice hushed. “It’s too expensive for me. I don’t even play at home, so there’s no point.”

“It’s Mr. Brighthall’s wish, though!”

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“I know, I know.” Deirdre frowned. This piano cost so much that she was sure she could never repay him in equal measure. She had always believed that it would be best for her not to owe Brendan too much…

Sawyer was hard–pressed to argue with her, so he switched to Plan B. “Maybe I should give Mr. Brighthall a call. If he agrees, we’ll return this piano.”

He made the call, murmured for a few minutes, and approached Deirdre again. “Mr. Brighthall wants to talk to you personally, Miss McKinnon.”

Deirdre could feel the phone being shoved into her hand. Hesitant, she placed it next to her ear. “H–Hello?”

“Don’t like the piano?” His voice sounded placid, calm, and yet not far away.

She remained silent for a beat before replying, “No, it’s just-”

“If it’s money you’re fretting about, don’t. It doesn’t matter if I bought it for your sake or to add to the room’s ambiance. I’d never settle for anything less than premium quality. That said, that piano wasn’t meant for you alone. It was a gift for our home.”

Brendan sounded calm. He had his hands in his pockets, and his relaxed demeanor was all the more jarring to the rest of his surroundings, where a crowd of company higher–ups squirmed in their seats and traded nonplussed glances with one another.

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