Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 190


    Chapter 190 Mr. Brighthall Has Had One Drink Too Many Today


    ‘She just won’t give up on her sinister, malicious nature. I was wrong too for actually believing her and


    questioning Charlene.’


    Brendan downed ss by ss of alcohol with a cold expression. A beautiful woman approached him.


    from the side with a seductive gaze. “Are you here alone, handsome?”


    “Leave.” Brendan did not even bother taking one nce at her.


    It was inevitable that she’d be infuriated. “You think you’re better just because you’re good-looking…”


    She left furiously. Sawyer stepped forward when he checked and realized it was time. “Mr. Brighthall,


    are we leaving?”


    “And going where?” Brendan pointed at the seat next to him. “Come and drink with me.”


    Sawyer could tell that Brendan was in a very bad mood because he was drinking constantly, but he still


    declined Brendan’s offer.


    “Mr. Brighthall, I’m driving.”


    Brendan did not try to convince Sawyer to drink but he kept drinking more and more. After a few


    bottles, his expression changed atst and his gaze began to appear unfocused.


    Sawyer immediately paid the bill and helped Brendan into the car. When Brendan was taken to the


    vi, no lights were turned on, and Sawyer helped Brendan sit on the sofa in the living room. “Would


    you like me to fetch you a ss of water, Mr. Brighthall?”


    Brendan slumped on the sofa and raised his head to look at the pendantmp hanging above the sofa.


    He heaved a sigh and looked in the direction of the second floor, only to see that the woman’s door


    was tightly shut.


    He felt infuriated for no apparent reason. When he had been drunk in the past, Deirdre had cared about


    him more than anybody else and she’d rush to take care of him, yet she refused to even show herself


    now?


    “Have Deirdree downstairs!”


    Sawyer was stunned for a moment but he still headed upstairs to knock on Deirdre’s door.


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    After some time, the sound of a person getting dressed came from inside. Deirdre opened the door and


    swept her messy hair back as she said with a tired face, “How can I help you?”


    Sawyer exined, “Mr. Brighthall has had one drink too many today.”


    Deirdre nodded slowly after smelling the stench of liquor in the air. She had no clue why Sawyer would


    inform ber about that.


    Sawyer got straight to the point by saying, “He wants you to head downstairs to take care of him, Ms.


    McKinnon


    Deirdre widened her eyes incredulously, and Sawyer found it absurd as well. Deirdre was a blind


    person who had trouble taking care of herself, so how would she take care of a drunk person?


    “Understood” Deirdre calmed down after her momentary astonishment and walked out of the room,


    shutting the door after herself


    She went down the stairs slowly, holding the handrail Noticing themotion, Brendan looked up at


    the woman walking downstairs and said in a mocking tone. “Your presence is much more difficult to


    seek


    than God’s. You do know that you’re not going to idle around and do nothing because I put you up in


    the vi, right?”


    Deirdre gripped the handrail harder while Sawyer hastily said, “Mr. Brighthall has had one drink too


    many indeed… I’ll fetch some water!”


    “I’ll do it.”


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    Deirdre chuckled in a self-mocking way. Brendan might not necessarily drink the water that Sawyer


    fetched. She rolled up her sleeves and walked to the kitchen without even turning back. “It’ste, you


    should get some rest. Just leave the rest to me.”


    Sawyer was slightly hesitant. “I think I should leave when Mr. Brighthall goes upstairs to rest. Right? I


    believe you won’t be able to help him upstairs by yourself, Ms. McKinnon.”


    “It’s fine.” Deirdre knew Brendan enough to know that he was not drunk to the extent of being unable to


    walk upstairs. “You’re still going toe over tomorrow morning anyway. If I really can’t do it, I’ll call


    Sam and ask him toe over so I won’t bother your rest.”


    Sawyer considered it for a while and figured that Deirdre was making sense, so he left after exchanging


    pleasantries with her.


    Deirdre fetched a ss of warm water, made her way to the sofa, and handed the ss to Brendan. He


    took it and gulped down half the ss, yet the anger he felt in his heart had yet to diminish in the


    slightest.


    He found the sight of Deirdre, who was standing next to him in a daze without moving with feigned


    obedience, an eyesore.