Chapter 593
Chapter 593 Did You Really Deal With the Incident Properly?
Deirdre did not drink, indeed. She would only put on an act by holding a ss without taking a sip.
She was afraid that she would get drunk, make a fool of herself, and do something strange in
Brendan''s presence. She was even more afraid that the man would behave indecently toward her and
that she would not be able to resist him.
Yet now, there was no telling if she was trying to help out Den or if she wanted to get a drink. She
smiled and said, "It''s fine. I''ll be fine with just a few sips.”
Cillian narrowed his eyes subconsciously upon hearing that.
His gaze dimmed bit by bit as he watched them clink sses until only a veiled glint glistened in his
eyes.
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They did not manage to chat much before Brendan came back. His wlessly handsome face was
filled with coldness.
Brendan had his hands in his pockets, and he took a nce at Den before looking away coldly. "We
should leave, Deirdre.”
"Sure." Deirdre ced down the ss. "Mr. King, Den, it''s gettingte. We''re going to make a move.
Let''s keep in touch.”
Cillian nodded and called over Laura to send them off.
They got into the car, and Deidre could feel the intense coldness radiating from Brendan''s body in the
cramped car. She could not see his displeasure, but she could clearly sense it.
She assumed that Brendan was displeased by Ronan’s incident. She propped her elbow against the
window and said, "Don''t worry. Cillian kept a tight lid on this incident, and very few people at the scene
know about it. Your image won''t be affected because of this.”
Upon saying that, Brendan''s expression grew even more unpleasant. He stared at Deirdre closely out
of the corner of his eye.
"Do you think that what I care about in this situation is my image?"
‘Or else?”
Deirdre expressed her puzzlement, yet she could not bring herself to speak her mind now that Brendan
had asked her in this manner. She said spectively, "Could it be that you feel that Cillian was being
disrespectful to you? Or... are you and Mr. Lane in a conflict?"
The car screeched to a stop. Deirdre stabilized her body while the driver exined that someone was
braking suddenly in front.
Deirdre said, "Is everything alright?”
"It''s fine. It''s possible that the person went in the wrong direction.”
She calmed herself only to discover that Brendan was quiet. She could still feel the intense oppressive
feeling radiating from the man next to her, and it was apparent that he was still furious.
Deirdre was frustrated. She thought about the party but could not figure out why.
It was truly difficult to figure out Brendan''s temperament.
They kept quiet all the way to the hotel. Brendan walked in front while she followed behind. However,
Brendan kept a pace that was in line with hers even when he was furious. Deirdre made up her mind to
speak when they got into the elevator.
"Brendan, will you tell me why you''ve been angry all the way here?"
She thought that she had handled the party''s incident perfectly.
Even though she couldn''t care less about Brendan''s feelings, it was apparent that they could not treat
each other coldly in view of their current rtionship.
"Are you trying to appease me?” Brendan looked at her out of the corner of his eye in surprise.
A momentter, he recovered from his surprise, and his voice turned cold abruptly. "Are you scared
that I won''t agree to get a divorce after the Eastgene trip?"
Deirdre tilted her head to the side when he read her mind. She asked instead of answering, "I don''t
understand why you are angry. Hasn''t the incident at the party been dealt with perfectly?”
Brendan''s gaze dimmed. ‘The incident at the party was dealt with perfectly, but how about you?”
"Me?" Deirdre was stunned for a moment.
In the next moment, Brendan tilted her chin and scrutinized her left swollen cheek with cold eyes. He
felt his chest burning with anger. "Did you really deal with the incident of you being bullied properly?"