After the examination was over, Deirdre and Madame Brighthall exited the consultation room, only for the latter to see Brendan leaning against the wall nearby with Charlene snaking her arm around his.In the past, Brendan would have immediately taken his arm right out of hers. The fact that she could hold onto him for so long was a statement Madame Brighthall could not ignore—and the cue for her expression to immediately darken as she led Deirdre out of the way. Brendan and Charlene followed them closely. When Madame Brighthall and Deirdre were about to get into the man’s car, Brendan suddenly said, “You and Deirdre will be going home in Sam’s car. Where I’m heading isn’t in the mansion’s direction.”Sam appeared and opened the backseat door. Madame Brighthall’s hand froze in mid-action. Her ire finally flared. “Dee has just finished her examination, Brendan! Where are you going if you’re not going to stay at home with her?” “I have work to do,” he replied flatly. “It was just

She meant Neve Hospital? Charlene pried the curtains open, revealing the building right opposite the bar they had been staying in. What a coincidence! How could she possibly let up the chance to screw Deirdre even harder?She hung up the call and decided to text: [I’m on the first floor of Nyx’s Pub. Had too much last night. I’m having a stomach upset. If there’s any relief medicine, please bring some for me. I think it’s time we talk.]After ensuring the address was right, Charlene sent their location to Mrs. Engel’s number and deleted all of Brendan’s conversation history and text messages. Then, she dropped his phone back where it was. She looked out of the window and watched Mrs. Engel and Deirdre coming out of the hospital. Meanwhile, the door to the bathroom was unlocked. Brendan emerged from it, his black hair matted. He was wearing his shirt from yesterday and trying to smooth the accumulated wrinkles. He took his phone and was ready to leave. “Bren?” Charlene watch

Deirdre did not even blink. “Uh, thanks for pointing out the obvious, I guess? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Mope and not eat because a b*tch f*cked a jack*ss last night?”Charlene sneered. “You’re awfully calm despite the fact that I f*cked your man, Miss McKinnon. I guess all of your love martyr behaviors in the past were all for show, after all. Welp, that’s actually good news for you. Since you’re so good at sharing, I guess I’ll allow Bren to continue his sexual relationship with you after we’re married, if only so he has a guaranteed outlet and mate to play with when I’m busy.”Mrs. Engel was hardly the only one who reacted. Deirdre grimaced in disgust, too. “Uh, no thanks. Unlike our Miss McKinney here, I’m not in the habit of putting a piece of chewed gum from the floor into my mouth.”Charlene immediately turned her sight outside. “Did you hear that, Bren? I was trying to be accommodating to her, but she called you…”Brendan stepped into the room, and an overcast shado

Deirdre was stunned for a while, feeling touched.Other than Madame Brighthall, Mrs. Engel was the only one who treated her well.Deirdre let Mrs. Engel in before she sat on the chair. As Deirdre smelled the aroma of the stuffed vegetables, she began to feel hungry and started nibbling.Mrs. Engel couldn’t stay idle and began cleaning. Suddenly, she saw a man’s shirt, which had just been taken off in the bathroom.Startled, she picked it up and saw that it was the one Brendan had been wearing earlier.While eating, Deirdre didn’t hear any sound from Mrs. Engel’s movements. Hence, she lifted her head and asked, “Mrs. Engel, what’s wrong?”Mrs. Engel came to her senses and tossed the shirt aside.“Nothing. I’m just tired from cleaning and need to rest against the wardrobe for a while.” Mrs. Engel changed the subject and asked, “Mrs. Brighthall, how’s the taste of the stuffed vegetables this time?”“They are very delicious, just like the taste of my hometown,” replied Deirdre, fin

Even though Brendan was panting heavily, he couldn’t suppress his sexual desire at all. Deirdre noticed something was off and asked, “Brendan, what’s wrong?”Brendan recalled that cup of coffee and furiously clenched his fists so tightly that his veins popped. “Charlene has drugged me.”“What?” Deirdre was taken aback, unable to believe that Charlene was bold enough to drug Brendan without fear of consequences.“What should we do? Should I call an ambulance and take you to the hospital?”“No, if I go to the hospital, Charlene will suspect something,” refused Brendan while trying to maintain his last bit of sanity.“What should we do then?” Deirdre was panicking. “The drug is so potent. If you don’t go to the hospital, it may harm your health! Are you saying…”Deirdre choked up. She couldn’t help but shiver uncontrollably when she thought of the solution.This was not the first time such a thing had happened. She could omit her own thoughts, but because she was pregnant, she co