Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 905

Chapter 905 No Man Could Suffer This

Deirdre emerged from her room, causing Mrs. Engel’s eyes to twinkle before she immediately rushed to greet her. “Mrs. BrighthaII! You’re here!”

Brendan immediately pulled his arm out of Charlene’s.

Charlene glowered. She finally had the chance to be alone with Brendan before this b*tch decided to ruin it!

Not that she could point her fingers right now. Deirdre was bearing Brendan’s child. It was only normal that the man was disinclined to show any sign of intimacy with her while the woman he impregnated was standing right there.

Thus, Charlene launched back into her well-practiced pretense. “Aren’t you feeling unwell, Miss McKinnon? Why are you here?”

Deirdre descended the stairs with Mrs. Engel’s help and curled the corner of her lips. “I got hungry just like you, Miss McKinney. After all, I’m pregnant,” she replied. “Besides, this is your first meal since coming to my house, and it’d be so unbecoming and improper of me not to join in.”

Her smile screamed deliberation. She was advertising, right on Charlene’s face, that she was the mistress of the property-her manner and word choices were calculated! Even the timing of her arrival was meant to dump a bucket of ice all over Charlene’s perfect chance to be intimate with Brendan!

Charlene’s rage almost twisted her features, but she could not let even a fraction of her scowl show while Brendan was still there. She gritted her teeth to stop herself from acting out and forced a smile. “Your commitment to courtesy is surprising, Miss McKinnon! Now you’re making me blush. I guess I should learn something from you before Brendan starts making small, unhappy sounds whenever I fumble a little as the house host in the near future.” “It’s okay. No need to be flustered. Manners and etiquette aren’t things you can learn in a few days, Miss McKinney, but I’m happy to teach you during your stay. I’m going to need you to help entertain our guests when the baby’s out, and I need to recuperate.”

Deirdre’s reply would sound cordial only if one ignored its undertone:’ You’ll never get to be anybody worth a damn as long as I’m here. In fact, you’re even going to be my glorified maid once my baby’s out.’

It felt as though someone had jabbed thorns into Charlene’s ears. “What’s that supposed to mean? I thought you’d leave after the baby’s born.”