Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 904

Chapter 904 This Is Unfair to Miss McKinnon!

“Where’s Deirdre?”

Mrs. Engel’s impression of Brendan had sunk to its nadir. Had he not been her employer, she would have ignored him as though he did not exist.” She’s in her room.” “Hmm.”

He sounded so non-committal and nonchalant it irritated Mrs. Engel enough to speak out. “Mr. Brigthall, Charlene McKinney arrived and told me to prepare a guest room for her. She said she’s going to stay here for a few days!” “She’s here already?” Brendan remarked flatly. There was no sign to paint his reaction to lean either joy or disgust. In fact, it sounded as if he had been expecting it to happen. “Her injury hasn’t healed yet, and I’m not usually at home. You should pay some attention to it while you can.”

Mrs. Engel was appalled. “And you don’t think this is unfair to Miss McKinnon, Mr. Brighthall? She’s pregnant with your child, sir, while you invite Charlene to stride into a house that belongs to the both of you as if-” “Is dinner ready?” Brendan suddenly interjected.

She froze. “Y-Yes, sir.” “Get Charlene and Deirdre.”

Brendan’s attitude made it clear that he brooked no defiance. It stealthily reminded Mrs. Engel of her position as a mere employee and domestic worker. Thus, the older woman had no choice but to set the food on the table before calling out to the women upstairs.

It did not take Charlene long to show up.

Mrs. Engel looked up and saw-to her surprise as a conservative, aging woman-Charlene was dressed in a thin, flimsy spaghetti dress barring almost too much of her breasts.

Her motive was clear as day.

Charlene swung her hip and sat next to Brendan, whose eyes remained nailed at his documents without ever lifting his head.

Annoyed, she pressed his documents down and said, “Bren? No work allowed at the dining table, remember?”

Brendan tucked the papers into his folder and looked up, finally noticing her getup.

His face was as solemn and stoic as ever. It was as if Charlene had put on some normal, oversized T-shirt. “Where’s Deirdre?”

Brendan raised his glass, and his expression actually softened a little. “I agree.”

Charlene smiled, satisfied. They clinked their glasses, letting the shrill ding echo through the hall. She pressed her ruby lips against the brim and sampled half of hers.

Brendan finished his entire glass.

Charlene waited for a moment before leaning her head against his shoulder, her cheeks pink. “Ah, the world’s spinning already? My drinking skill hasn’t improved at all…”

She latched her hand on the man’s arm like vines. To Charlene’s greatest glee, Brendan did not show any rejection nor break her hold. It was proof! Proof that Brendan had softened his stance against her. He did harbor love for her, after all!

“Are my cheeks… red, Bren?” She breathed. She inched her body closer, shrinking whatever space there was between herself and Brendan. Before her skin came in contact with his own, though, the door to the first floor suddenly opened.