Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 125


    Chapter 125 Perhaps I Would Date Her


    “Sure.” Deirdre ced down her cutlery and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll stay home. I won’t go anywhere.”


    “Hmm.”


    Deirdre assumed that that was all. She was preparing to get up and leave when Charlene suddenly


    spoke.


    “Brendan, it would be rather boring for Ms. McKinnon to stay at home all alone by herself. Why don’t


    we have Sam take Ms. McKinney to get some warmer clothes while we’re at the musical? Winter is


    coming, and Ms. McKinnon might fall sick if she doesn’t have proper clothes to wear by then.”


    Deirdre raised her head and wondered what sort of trick Charlene had up her sleeve.


    Brendan red at Deirdre in disgust. “Did you hear that? Charlene still cares about you and worries


    that you might fall sick even though your evil deeds have put her in harm’s way on multiple asions.”


    Deirdre wanted tough. ‘Anyone is capable of pretending, but does Brendan know what sort of person


    Charlene is when she is not around him?’


    “We’re all women, after all.” Charlene smiled bitterly. “Why would a woman make things difficult for


    another woman? I believe that Ms. McKinnon will be kind to me.”


    “You’re too kind and you trust people too easily. There are people who are inherently malicious in this


    world and they can’t change for the better,” Brendan insinuated.


    Charlene wrapped her arm around his arm and chuckled in a coquettish manner. Alright, it’s all in the


    past anyway. Just have Sam take Ms. McKinnon to buy some clothes.”This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “Sure,” Brendan blurted. Then, he shifted his cold gaze to Deirdre’s face and said, ” Since Charlene


    has asked me to let you leave the house, you’re allowed to go. However, you have toe back as


    soon as you get the clothes. If I hear from Sam that you went off to meet someone you’re not supposed


    to…”


    The consequences of doing that were already clear as day, even though he did not say anything out


    loud.


    Deirdre sat in the chair in a daze with her head lowered. She listened to the


    instructions obediently but felt amused deep down. ‘Who else could I meet in my current state?’


    Brendan notified Sam, and it did not take long before Sam came over in a rush to take Deirdre out.


    Sam acknowledged that he was just amoner and had no idea which type of clothing Deirdre would


    like. Therefore, he took Deirdre to his friend’s shop.


    “Please help Ms. McKinnon get a few sets of warmer clothes for winter. The clothes have to look good


    too.”


    His friend was stunned for a moment by the sight of Deirdre’s face. She picked some clothes for


    Deirdre to try on and could not help saying after Deirdre left, “She has a rather elegant quality to her


    and she looks like she was a wealthy woman in the past. What happened to her face and eyes? Such a


    waste.”


    “Is that so?” Sam did not look away from the changing room even for a moment. He then answered


    without turning to his friend, “She’s not bad now either.”


    His friend looked at him incredulously, and Sam could sense her gaze. “What’s wrong?”


    “Nothing. I just sense that you have feelings for that woman.” His friend mocked him by saying, “Is she


    the woman that you’re currently dating? Her appearance is slightly unappealing indeed, but I can see


    that she has a good structure. She’ll be a beauty if she gets some stic surgery done.”


    “Stop fooling around.” Sam’s face burned from embarrassment for a moment before he became


    solemn. “She is Mr. Brighthall’s woman. However…”


    He added, “Perhaps I would date her otherwise. I’m not quite sure.”


    Upon saying that, he took it upon himself to walk to the changing room, leaving behind his astounded


    friend.


    Deirdre walked outside after picking a few sets of clothes. The autumn wind was blowing softly outside,


    and she enjoyed the breeze with her eyes shut. She believed that Brendan and Charlene had already


    entered the musical theater by now.


    “Ms. McKinnon.” Sam carried the shopping bags as he asked, “Are we going back now?”


    Deirdre did not wish to go back to that suffocating ce. Spending a moment longer there would be


    lethal to her, yet she remembered the little puppy at home. She had yet to see it before leaving, so she


    figured that it would already be whining in the room by now.