Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 294


    Chapter 294 You Knew, Didn’t You?!


    Sawyer had arrived. It was just the thing for Brendan to seize and regain his mental footing.


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    He descended the stairs. Seeing him, Sawyer passed him a booklet. “Mr. Brighthall! This here catalogs


    all of the designs for Miss McKinney’s engagement dress. The shop would like you to finalize your


    selections as soon as possible.”


    Brendan hummed and took it. “Where is Sam these days?”


    Sawyer scratched the back of his head. “He, uh, is still looking for her body. He said he wanted to find


    her so she could have a resting ce.”


    Brendan had not made it explicit, but even he had given up on the possibility of seeing Deirdre’s body


    ever again. Sam’s persistence surprised him into silence. After some time, he remarked, “These are


    bitterly cold days, Sawyer. Tell him not to stay by the sea for that long in a day. I don’t want him to


    compromise his health at such a young age.”


    “I know, I know. I advised him against it so many times, but I don’t think he listened. Still, he will


    probably take care of himself a little more if you’re the one ordering him to.”


    Sawyer left. Brendan took the booklet and nced at the door to Charlene’s room. A whileter, her


    voice finally escaped. “Bren! I’m in the middle of my shower. What’s up?”


    Brendan turned the doorknob and entered her room, his eyes on the booklet. “Sawyer came to pass


    you the catalog for the dresses. You need to start choosing as soon as possible.”


    “Alright! Just ce it on my bed. I’m gonna be done soon!”


    She sounded coy, almost flirtatious. She wanted Brendan to wait in her room, but the man had no ns


    to do that at all. He ced the booklet on her coffee table and decided to leave.


    Her phone suddenly buzzed on the table. Brendan’s eyes floated to the lit-up screen-and his visage.


    turned frigid.


    Charlene came out of her shower as quickly as she could. Her rosy cheeks were framed by her matted


    hair, which coursed down to her naked body clothed in an untied sleep robe. She looked at the man


    waiting by her couch and felt her heart skipping in excitement.


    Finally! The chance she had been waiting for!


    She always believed that Deirdre meant so much to Brendan because she was the first woman he had


    ever been intimate with. It was only normal for her to upy a special spot in his mind! But once


    Brendan had a taste of her-once she brought the man to greater heights-Deirdre would be a


    nobody in no time. Charlene was sure of it!


    She hooked her finger with a strand of her matted hair, curling and uncurling it. Her eyes almost felt.


    vulpine. “Bren…” she purred.


    Brendan set a phone down on the table with a nk and red at her.


    That expression was nippingly hostile. It might as well as serve as a loud “no!”. It immediately took the


    sail out of Charlene’s seduction, leaving the young woman to freeze in her tracks and look at the


    phone.


    It was hers.


    She became nervous. “W-What?”


    Brendan’s ck eyes zeroed in on her every expression. His gaze was so burning Charlene was


    starting to


    sweat.


    “Why are you talking to Steven?” he asked.


    Charlene’s face turned pale, and cold beads of sweat oozed out of her palms. How did he know? She


    had covered her tracks pretty well-calls, messages, the whole shebang-had been removed from any


    possible archive. Unless…


    Unless Steven sent her a message or something?


    Just the thought alone suffocated her. She could not make any reckless move that could possibly


    expose. her involvement before Brendan figured it out for sure.


    “Oh, you mean between Mr. Young and me? Well, yes. We talk sometimes. He’s always been very kind


    and nice to me when he was your personal assistant, so I thought I should at least wish him good luck


    after learning he’s going to leave the city.”


    “Really?”


    Charlene steeled her nerves against Brendan’s usatory tone and forced a smile. “What’s wrong,


    Bren? I don’t know what you’re getting at here-”


    Brendan suddenly swept the booklet off the table, sending it flying to the floor. His scowl was as


    dangerous as a cavern full of icicles. “Steven forced Deirdre into bing your legal scapegoat back


    then! You knew all about that, didn’t you!?”