Novel Name : Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent, Reject, Regret Chapter 904

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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?”

Mrs. Engel was quick to answer. “Mrs. Brighthall said she’s not feeling well, so she’s not coming.”

She felt so bad for Deirdre. How was the young lady supposed to feel well at all? Brendan had brought

another woman home! Mrs. Engel was an outsider, and even she felt her own stomach upset.

Brendan did not seem concerned either. “If her gastric is acting up again, just summon a doctor

tomorrow and see what’s wrong.” “I… I hear you, sir.”

Charlene smiled. “It’s just how pregnancy is like, I’m afraid. You get a little upset here and there every

once in a while, and then you lose your appetite. I don’t think it’s that big of a problem, though. She

could always just come back to eat after she’s feeling better.”

She raised her head and ordered Mrs. Engel, “Red wine, now.”

The older woman brought a bottle, and Charlene popped it open. She filled two glasses-one for

Brendan, one for herself-and pushed it to him, her eyes lascivious.

“I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I? I’ve done a good job in helping you clean up the mess Miss McKinnon

left. Yes, she was the one who pushed me down the stairs, but I wanted you to be free from the public’s

condemnation that I stood by you and spoke for you. I didn’t even care if my reputation suffered,” she

said, leaning toward him, just right, to exhibit her beautiful curves.

‘That’s enough grounds to enjoy this one with me, don’t you think?”

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.

About Resent, Reject, Regret - Chapter 904

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Chapter 904 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all

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