Chapter 687


    Chapter 687 He Mustn’t Know That I’m Here


    ‘Yeah. How did you know about that?”


    “I know the customers inside that private room. She likes to order a lot of food. It’s just that…” Deirdre


    came to an abrupt stop before finishing her sentence.


    “It’s just what?”


    “She doesn’t have much money and likes to puff herself up to the cost.


    When she was in Neve, she always ran away before paying when those new restaurants weren’t


    paying attention to her. I didn’t expect she’de here now, and I’m pretty sure that she’ll do the same


    this time.”


    The receptionist did not say anything after Deirdre finished speaking, so she added, “If you don’t


    believe me, you can go around and ask about it yourself. That woman’s name is Charlene McKinney.”


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    ‘That is not necessary.” The receptionist smiled. ‘Thank you for your advice, Miss, but don’t worry. That


    woman won’t do that this time.”


    ‘Why are you so sure of that?” asked Deirdre.


    “It’s because Mr. Brendan Brighthall has booked that private room.”


    Deirdre froze for a moment. Her fingertips were trembling when she came around to her senses.


    However, she did not feel too surprised as she had expected something like this.


    The receptionist continued excitedly. “If you’re from Neve, I’m sure you know who Brendan is, isn’t it?


    He’s rich, and since she’s his partner, I doubt she’ll run away from the bills this time.”


    “Really?” Deirdre tried to calm herself down. “It seems that I was over worried. Since you’re busy, I


    won’t bother you anymore. I’m going back up now.”


    “Okay. Please watch your steps when you’re on your way back.” Deirdre turned around, and perhaps


    because she still hadn’te around to her senses yet, she missed a step on the stairway, and her


    body leaned forward.


    Just when she thought she was about to fall down, a pair ofrge hands appeared out of nowhere and


    grabbed her.


    “Miss McKinnon.”


    Deirdre raised her head to look at Whn. “Mr. McKinnon?”


    “Are you alright?” asked Whn, his voice thick with worry, ‘You look pale. Are you not feeling well?


    Luckily, I came out to look for you. If not, you would have fallen and hurt yourself.”


    ‘Thank you,” replied Deirdre.


    Whn was right. She would have certainly fallen and hurt herself if it weren’t for him.


    After that, she shook her head and continued. “I’m alright. I was just distracted by something else.”


    ‘You should be more careful next time. Have you handed our order to the receptionist?”


    ‘Yeah.”


    “Alright then. Come, let me help you go up.”


    Just when Deirdre was about to nod, a series of footsteps rang out behind her, and the receptionist’s


    excited and high-pitched voice wafted into her ears. “Mr. Brighthall, you’re here!”


    ‘Yeah,” the man replied apathetically, his voice cold.


    Deirdre felt a chill down her spine, and she grabbed at Whn’s arm. There was only one thought in


    her head right now.


    She mustn’t let Brendan know that she was there!


    She was no longer angry with Brendan, nor did she have the courage to confront himabout why he did


    not keep his word. It only took him a single word to drag her from heaven to hell.


    After living with him in peace for some days, she had almost forgotten that this man was a demon!


    “Miss McKinnon?” Whn felt Deirdre’s fear and asked in confusion, “What happened?”


    However, Deirdre could not say anything right now. The heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer,


    and she desperately tried to squeeze her body toward Whn, using his tall stature to shield her.


    She just hoped that Brendan wouldn’t see her.


    Whn’s face turned red with embarrassment. Even though he was pleased with Deirdre’s action, he


    did not move closer to her and just allowed her to lean on him.