Chapter 603
Chapter 603 You Invited Someone Over, Didn''t You?
“Thank you.” Deirdre pulled her cor taut around her neck and cast her eyes to the floor. Her voice
was soft. "For both helping to repair my phone and saving me from drowning.”
Brendan was far from a good, decent man and was no stranger to all kinds of unforgivable
transgressions. But at the very least, Deirdre’s gratitude was sincere at this moment. He had saved her
life.
"It''s nothing.” Brendan considered the young woman''s pale, half traumatized and fought the urge to just
pull her into aforting cuddle. "Don''t worry about it. Anyone who dares to touch a single hair on your
head will all get it. If everything goes exactly as I thought, Zinerva Cole''s life in Eastgene is finished."
Deirdre couldn''t care less. Neither did she try to talk Brendan out of it. She simply nodded and said,
"Okay."
"Get some rest,” he said as she started toward the door. "I''ll see you tomorrow."
Deirdre was taken aback. Raising her head, she blurted out, "Wait, did you ?9
"My room is next door. If you need anything, you''re wee to ask for help."
‘Brendan... actually decided to move into a room of his own?’
This waspletely out of Deirdre''s expectations. She clenched her hands into fists.
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Soon after Brendan left, she sat on the edge of her bed for a moment before searching for the hotel
phone. The front desk receptionist answered her call. "How can I help you?"
"I..." Deirdre took a deep breath. "C-Can I borrow your phone to make a call?"
The receptionist was clearly not anticipating that. She had heard of customers asking them to purchase
something of a certain brand or demanding they provide them with things that were out of season. But
asking for their phone to make a call?
“W-What!?*
"My phone fell into the water and was busted. So I need a phone to call a friend, to... tell him I''m alright.
May I?"
The receptionist reeled out of her shock and replied courteously, "No problem, ma’am! Wait a moment,
okay? I''ll have one of my staff members bring one to you."
“Thank you so much."
She returned to her seat and waited with all the patience she could summon. It was hard-anxiety and
anticipation were gnawing on her mind.
A few minutester, she heard the doorbell. She leaped to her feet and lurched at the doorknob, but as
soon as she opened it, Brendan''s unmistakable scent greeted her, and she froze.
"Sorry. I left a document here."
"Document?"
"Yes." He suddenly frowned. “What''s with that face? You look disappointed to see me behind the door.
Who were you waiting for?"
Deirdre shook her head hard. "No one."
"No one?” Brendan parroted as his face turned stormy. He took a step closer, looming. "I think I''ve told
you before, McKinnon. You always have your heart on your sleeves. Always. I can read everything
from your face, and that face you had just now showed that you were waiting for something. So, let me
get this straight. As soon as I left you to rest in your room, you invited someone to meet you here?”
Deirdre parted her lips wide and still could not gather any convincing defense. Her face turned as white
as a sheet.
Just then, the hotel staff appeared. "Hey, good-”
Brendan turned, his eyes falling upon the man. A storm shadowed his gaze until he noticed the man’s
uniform.
‘Oh, a bellboy.’ His expression rxed a little. "Why are you here?"
The bellboy had felt a jolt of shiver traveling through his spine when Brendan looked at him. Frantically,
he exined, “I, uh, was told that one of our guests needed a phone."
"Phone?"
"That''s right. A woman who''s staying here called the hotel line and requested a phone to call her friend,
right?"
It was all Brendan needed to understand what was going on. He turned his eyes back to Deirdre with
new but unfathomable sentiments in those ck pupils. "You asked for a phone?”
Deirdre clenched her hands. ‘Yes."