Chapter 693
Chapter 693 I Would Like to Talk to You for a Moment
Charlene was caught by surprise when a hand clutched her arm and pulled her hands out from behind
her forcefully, revealing the phone.
Brendan’s pupils constricted abruptly. He snatched the phone from her hand and brought up the call
history to find Deirdre’s countless missed calls and the iing call that hadsted one and a half
minutes. His face turned pale instantly.
Charlene tucked a strand of hair behind her ear without a modicum of guilt, and she was even smiling
when she said, “Brendan, I feel that it would be best for a man not to be too crude. What do you think?”
Brendan red at her. “Have you lost your mind?”
At the thought of how Deirdre could have possibly heard Charlene’s voice, he felt an overwhelming
feeling in his chest, and he looked like he wanted to murder someone.
Charlene felt lingering fear in her heart from his stare. She said with an innocent expression, “Don’t
worry, Brendan. She didn’t know it was me. I didn’t make a sound from the moment I picked up the call.
I won’t go back on my own word after making a promise to you. I won’t ever let Deirdre find out that
we’re together.”
Brendan was disgusted by the woman’s amodating mannerisms, as if she was doing everything
for his good.
He cast a cold, warning nce at her before swiftly picking up the car keys on the table and running
out the door.
Charlene did not attempt to stop him. Instead, she made her way to the windowsill and watched the
man open the door rapidly before starting the car and driving away. The corner of her lips curled into a
proud smile.
“Deirdre…” She chanted the name, her eyes glistening with malice. “I won’t let myself lose again.
Brendan can only be mine. He’s mine!”
The car was stopped at the vi’s yard. Brendan quickly got out of the car and opened the door with a
key.
A dim light was turned on in the living room. The woman was seated on the sofa absentmindedly and
kept her arms tightly wrapped around herself because she was cold. Her eyes were staring at the
television nkly.
Brendan felt an unbearable, stinging pain in his chest upon witnessing the scene. He gently moved and
removed his jacket to drape it over Deirdre’s body.
Deirdre was jolted back to reality immediately. Her body moved, and she said, “Is that you, Kyran?”
Brendan answered, “It’s me.”
Deirdre got up from the sofa and said smilingly, “Why did youe back so suddenly without notifying
me in advance? Look, the meal I cooked has gotten cold, and I haven’t heated it up for you. Wait for
me here while I heat it up.”
The woman made her way to the table cautiously with a gentle expression and picked up every
container of food to the kitchen. Her behavior was so rxed as if nothing had happened and she had
no idea what had transpired.
Yet, Brendan knew Deirdre too well and could see a glimpse of avoidance in her unyielding gaze.
Brendan held her hands when she was transferring thest te of food.” Deirdre.”Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.
Deirdre shifted her gaze for a brief moment before she asked with a forced smile, “Hmm? What’s going
on?”
Brendan took the te off her hands and ced it on the table. “I would like to talk to you for a
moment.”
‘What would you like to talk about?” Deirdre raised her head. She was mentally prepared for anything
that woulde her way regardless.Brendan inhaled a deep breath. ‘What did you hear from the call
earlier?”
Deirdre’s gaze was mncholic. Soon afterward, she raised her head and said, “I heard you talking.”
‘Then?”
Deirdre’s hands trembled ever so slightly. She did not tell the truth but asked, “What would you like to
talk to me about, Kyran? Would you like to tell me about the reason you didn’te homete at night
or the woman’s identity?”
Brendan’s face turned ghastly pale. She had found out about the woman, just as he had expected.
However, he was fortunate that Charlene had not lied to him about Deirdre, not knowing that the
woman was Charlene.
Otherwise, Deirdre would have already figured out who he was by associating him with Charlene by
now.