Everything She Said Is Fake
Meanwhile, Madame Brighthall and Brendan returned from their conversation in private.
Charlene was not planning to stay longer since her goal had been achieved. She tucked a strand of
hair behind her ear and said, “Since I came at the wrong time, I shall make a move first. I’ll come and
visit you again another day, Madame Brighthall.”
Madame Brighthall nodded uneasily. Charlene walked away for two steps before she turned around
and stared at Brendan with gentle eyes. “I’ll wait for you, Brendan.”
Brendan stared at Charlene without any expression on his face. Charlene smiled and left. The house’s
atmosphere turned awkward all at once.
It was Madame Brighthall who broke the silence first. “How do you find the soup, Deirdre? It has been a
few years since I cooked personally, so I don’t know if my cooking skill has deteriorated.”
Deirdre restrained the emotions in her eyes.
‘The soup you cook tastes scrumptious. I enjoy it very much, Madame Brighthall.”
She felt alienated by Deirdre’s address of ‘Madame Brighthall’ so she could not refrain from holding
Deirdre’s hands. “If you don’t mind, you may address me as ‘Aunt Brighthall’. After you’ve given birth to
the child, you can have your wedding with Brendan, and then you may call me something else.”
Deirdre forced a smile and nodded in agreement, but she did not attempt to flatter
Madame Brighthall.
Brendan walked over and wrapped his arms around the woman when Madame
Brighthall headed to the kitchen. “What did Charlene say to you?”
Before Deirdre could answer, Brendan said, “Don’t believe anything she said. It’s all fake.”
Deirdre smiled, pulled back her hands without changing her expression, and said,
“How can you be so sure that what she said is all fake when you don’t even know what we talked
about?”
Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. “Nothing good ever comes from a woman like her.”
Deirdre found it ridiculous and raised her head to look at him. “Charlene said that your names are still
displayed on the top of Google Trends for others to envy until now. Is that real or fake?”
“I-”
“Stop flirting around there, both of you. The meals are already served.Come and eat quickly.”
Madame Brighthall walked out of the kitchen and urged them in a gentle voice.
Deirdre walked over in advance, and she was helped to her seat by the servant.
Madame Brighthall constantly reminded Deirdre to take care of herself and her child throughout the
meal. She parted unwillingly with Deirdre in the evening and gazed after the departing Brendan and
Deirdre as they got into the car.
During the journey, Brendan struck up a conversation on purpose while Deirdre was calm. She did not
refuse to engage in conversations but was not enthusiastic either. In reality, her mind was filled with
what Charleen had said before she left.
She wondered what was all about the matter Charlene had brought up. It did not sound like she had
made it up, judging by the arrogance in her tone. Could it be that Brendan was hiding something from
her?
She was caught in a daze, so Brendan assumed she was still thinking about the top search article. He
explained, “Don’t be angry. My act of not dismissing the article is not because of her.”
Deirdre recovered from her surprise and cast him a look.
“If you didn’t do it for her, why didn’t you get rid of her today?” Deirdre smiled Nonchalantly.
She did not mind, but it did not mean she was a fool.
If Brendan was telling the truth about him not having feelings for Charlene, why would he turn a deaf
ear to her provocative remarks in the family mansion earlier?
Brendan figured out from her expression it was something else. He pulled Deirdre into his arms and
over his thighs, studied the woman’s slightly astonished expression, and his gaze was tainted with a
tinge of affection.” Are you jealous?”
Deirdre was expressionless when she said, “Is that possible?”
Brendan’s dark eyes turned solemn. Deirdre shoved him away and said calmly, “Brendan Brighthall,
you should understand very well the reason we’re together. It is you who forced it on me, and you are
the one that wants the child. On the other hand, it is already magnanimous of me to give my consent. I
don’t know if you really have feelings for me or if you just find me intriguing, but I don’t care.”
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