Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 845

Chapter 845 Mr. Brighthall Wants It All to Himself

“How was I supposed to stay asleep after the racket you made? Besides, what are you making? Because something is definitely burning.”

“Nothing.” Brendan wore a self-conscious expression, not unlike a thief. In fact, he quickly put the blame on Mrs. Engel.

“It was Mrs. Engel! She forgot to turn off the stove before she left, and I smelled it burn. It’s basically coal now.” Deirdre was skeptical. Mrs. Engel would never do something so careless.

” Oh, really? Or were you trying to play chef again?”

Brendan knew his lie was coming apart in real-time, so he just told the truth. “Fine. I asked my mom for the recipe for the chicken soup she made for you yesterday because you seem to like it. I thought maybe I should make one for you every day. But… I didn’t expect cooking to be so hard.”

Deirdre was stunned. Amusement crept into her face. “Why are you so obsessed with something you’re not cut out to do?”

Brendan looked down, his eyes transfixed on her slightly plump lips. “It’s not an obsession or anything. I just… want to do more for you.”

Deirdre took a sharp breath and rolled her eyes. “You’re doing more for me by not adding to my troubles, okay?”

She jostled him aside and headed toward the kitchen. “Are there any cooking ingredients left?” “Not much left.” Surprise flitted through Brendan’s eyes. “You’re going to cook?” “What else am I gonna do after you make the entire house smell like a fire department’s calling? Honestly, if you can’t make it, don’t fake it!”

Though Deirdre’s annoyance was plain to see, Brendan relished it.

Somehow, it dispelled every trouble in his mind. He threw his arms around Deirdre’s waist from behind her and grazed her neck with his lips. “I really wish we could live like this now and forever, Dee.”

Deirdre froze. Then, she countered sharply, “How about you talk about this after you do something about Charlene?”

She pushed out of his arms. “What else is left?”

Brendan scanned the lone slab of meat at the counter and answered, “We still have some chicken.”

“Chicken?”