Chapter 605
Chapter 605 He Went Out Last Night
"Say if I choose to rece this phone with a new one... Do you sell the same model?”
The owner shook his head and gave a helpless smile. "You''re asking me for an antique of a bygone
era. The type that’s only good for calling and texting and... nothing else. We don''t sell them anymore-
nobody will buy them."
Disappointment clouded Brendan’s eyes. To a blind woman like Deirdre, a phone with fewer
functionalities might be more helpful than the newfangled stuff on the market. Besides, if he reced
her phone right now, she would have to relearn how to use it.
She would not even know which button to press.
"Fix it. I don''t care how much it costs. I just want it fixed.”
"Whoa. Are you serious?” The owner was taken aback. This was an answer he did not expect at all.
Still, he recovered from his shock quickly. "Okay, then. I''ll do my best. Leave it here with me. I''ll call
your number when it''s done.”
“Thank you so much.”
Even a full night''s sleep did not manage to repel Deirdre’s headachepletely. Instinctively, she
reached out to feel for her phone. Without it announcing the time, she had no idea what time it was.
She quickly remembered that her phone had fallen into the water and was now in Brendan’s hands.
Sitting up, she climbed out of bed and changed into her dry clothes.
She was sure Brendan should already be up by this hour. Yet, no one answered her after she knocked
on his door. Was no one inside?
She frowned. She made her way to the elevator and the front desk.
"Mr. Brighthall? He should be in his room. I didn''t catch him leaving.”
"Still in his room?" Deirdre parrotted incredulously. "But no one answered me when I knocked on his
door multiple times.”
The receptionist shed her a smile. "I guess he''s just too exhausted. He came backte."
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Deirdre was confused.
Excuse me?”
"You didn’t know? Mr. Brighthall went out into the streetst night and came back by 1:00 a.m. There
was a drizzle, too, around that time, so by the time he was back, his hands were red and sore from the
cold."
"He really went outside?" Deirdre was stunned. "At that hour? For what?"
"He was looking for cell phone stores, but at that hour? Most of them were already closed, I bet. He
probably scouted for a long time before he finally found one. I mean, he went out at 10:00 p.m. and
came back at 1:00 a.m. That''s probably self-exnatory, right?"
"Cell phone store?” Deirdre was befuddled. Why did he even need a cell phone store for? Was he
looking for someone to repair phones? But they had all the time in the world. He could have done it in
the morning. Where was the need to rush?
"Miss McKinnon? Would you like to get a room card for Mr. Brighthall’s room? That way, you can check
on him straight away."
She thinned her lips. “No. I''ll wait.”
"Sure thing.”
Deirdre took the elevator and made herselffortable on her bed. A whileter, she heard the bell.
She rose and answered the door. It was Brendan. He was fatigued out of his mind and had to hold
himself up with one hand on the wall while massaging his temples with his other.
Deirdre could see his dark bags peering from under his eyes.
Brendan''s head felt heavy. He had not had an ideal rest at all. Nheless, he said, "Sorry for waking
upte. Are you ready?"
Deirdre could hear the weariness in his voice and frowned. She nodded.” Yes."
"Good. I''ll call my people. They should send your clothes over soon.”
“Okay.”
Brendan made his way to the balcony to make his call. Even as it ended, he could feel his head
throbbing without any sign of recovery, so he made his way to the couch and gave a long, hushed
exhale.
"I need a massage, Deirdre,” hemanded.
Just like old times.
Deirdre felt a little dazed. She reeled herself out of her stupor, but instead of making her way toward
him, she simply replied pointedly, "Didn''t get enough sleep?”