Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 832

Chapter 832 I Assure You That You'll Be Pleased

"You pervert," she said under her breath and endured the burning heat of her face.

“Pervert?” Brendan hugged the woman tighter, and his blazing hot breath was blown on her ear. 'This is a man's normal reaction, Deirdre."

He said meaningfully, ‘You have to get used to it."

Deirdre could not bear to listen anymore and wanted to get out of bed, but Brendan's hold on her had only tightened. She could feel the burning temperature of his skin on hers.

Deirdre stopped Brendan by saying, "Don't act rashly, Brendan. I’m pregnant."

She attempted to calm down Brendan with the child.

Brendan was prepared. He bit her ear lobe softly and said, "I’ve consulted the doctor.

‘The doctor said that only the first three months of pregnancy are riskier, but we can engage in appropriate activities after the first trimester. As long as I'm careful, the baby will be fine. Moreover...” Brendan said softly," Appropriate interaction between us will help to improve our relationship and provide pleasure to you."

He spoke in a serious tone and emphasized the last sentence as if he was only proposing the idea for Deirdre's happiness. Deirdre replied nonchalantly, “Which doctor have you consulted? Is it the one from yesterday?” "Hmm."

Deirdre remembered how embarrassed she felt in the kitchen when Brendan and the doctor were discussing the more appropriate ways.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

‘How will I be able to face the doctor anymore from now on?’ "Have you lost your mind? How can that be-”

“It's doable." Brendan knew she was a shy person, so he explained softly," He is a doctor, and it is only normal for him to engage in discussion of this topic.”

Deirdre could not stand it anymore, her ears flushing scarlet.

Brendan could not refrain from saying, "Shall we give it a try?”

"No..." Deirdre's head was dizzy. She was well aware that she should resist the man, yet she almost lost her self-control as well.

She wanted to play along with Brendan and act from inside in coordination with someone from the outside to leave with the child when Brendan’s guard was down. She could not allow herself to get stuck in the relationship as well.

‘You've forgotten that I'm only 10 weeks into this pregnancy. The first trimester is not over yet.”

Brendan's movements became frozen when he heard the remark. Soon afterward, he appeared to be dejected.

In the end, Deirdre got dressed while Brendan left the room after a long time, his expression solemn.

Mrs. Engel inquired softly, "Mrs. Brighthall, what’s going on with Mr. Brighthall today? He doesn't look so good." 'Didn't Brendan come out of the room feeling fully energized after sleeping on the same bed with Deirdre previously?’

Deirdre figured that Brendan must be feeling very tortured after the event that took place in the room. She wanted to laugh but fought the urge.

“It's fine. He has been staying up late for a few days and is feeling tired.”

Deirdre suddenly remembered something and beckoned Mrs. Engel." Come, Mrs. Engel.”

When Deirdre was done speaking to Mrs. Engel, she looked at Brendan in an unusual way. "Mrs. Brighthall, are you sure what you said is true? Is Mr. Brighthall really...”

"Hmm." Deirdre nodded.

"So, you should get food that is good for his health on your trip to the market today, Mrs. Engel.”

Mrs. Engel looked at Brendan with pity and left the house holding a basket.

Brendan raised his head and noticed Mrs. Engel's gaze. He felt an ineffable, uneasy feeling for no apparent reason.

At the same time, he turned on the television and pulled Deirdre, who was snuggling on the sofa, into his arms. “What were you and Mrs. Engel whispering to each other earlier?”

"Nothing much.” Deirdre let out a cough. Naturally, she would not tell Brendan the truth.

"Mrs. Engel asked me about your food preferences.”

Brendan's gaze softened upon hearing that. "Do you still remember that?" "Hmm. I've already told Mrs. Engel about it. I assure you that you'll be pleased with today's meals."