Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 886

Chapter 886 We’ll Join The Event

“No, I did not. My only evidence is what I heard from my mom. She said when a woman’s pregnant with a girl, their skin starts to glow and become smoother than ever. It’s happening to you.”

Deirdre instinctively rubbed her face and felt none of that. “You’re making it up. I feel no difference!” ‘That’s because you can’t see it.” Brendan teased her, smiling. “Or… maybe my eyes have the lover filter on.”

Deirdre turned her attention back to her soup as the rest of her body erupted into flustered flame.

It was then that Sam rushed inside. Seeing the couple having their meal, he looked down and greeted them. “Good morning, Mr. Brighthall. Miss McKinnon.”

Brendan took a sip of the soup. “What?” ‘Those old farts in the company are hosting an event tonight. They’re going to promote Desmond Griffin as the acting CEO!” Sam answered, gritting his teeth.

“Oh, is that so?” Brendan’s eyes darkened. ‘They’re moving fast.” “H*ll, I bet they planned this to happen! I’m sure they would have with or without the hospital incident!”

“Alright, then.” Brendan rubbed his hand with a napkin slowly. “Dee? Suit up.”

Deirdre was perplexed. “Uh, what?”

“You’re coming with me to the event.”

Her mind blanked. She snapped out of her trance and rejected him immediately. “Are you out of your mind!?”

He was going to bring a murder suspect to the event!

She could not understand Brendan. She could see why he would want to crash the event-they were throwing one in his absence, and so he attended it out of bitter wrath. But why bring her along?

Could it be because he was just that proud of a man? He hated it when someone defied him, so he deliberately brought a murder suspect with him so he could wreck their event as hard as he could? Maximizing their humiliation? i

Deirdre felt as if she was onto something.

Brendan changed into a suit tailored for his frame. When he got out, the stylists cooed and crooned, yet all he was seeing was the woman in front of the mirror. He could not move his eyes away from her.

Deirdre could feel his burning gaze and thinned her lips.

He stepped forward, lowered his head, and kissed the back of her hand. It was an act of submission.