Chapter 904


    Chapter 904 This Is Unfair to Miss McKinnon!


    “Where’s Deirdre?”


    Mrs. Engel’s impression of Brendan had sunk to its nadir. Had he not been her employer, she would


    have ignored him as though he did not exist.” She’s in her room.” “Hmm.”


    He sounded so nonmittal and nonchnt it irritated Mrs. Engel enough to speak out. “Mr. Brigthall,


    Charlene McKinney arrived and told me to prepare a guest room for her. She said she’s going to stay


    here for a few days!” “She’s here already?” Brendan remarked tly. There was no sign to paint his


    reaction to lean either joy or disgust. In fact, it sounded as if he had been expecting it to happen. “Her


    injury hasn’t healed yet, and I’m not usually at home. You should pay some attention to it while you


    can.”


    Mrs. Engel was appalled. “And you don’t think this is unfair to Miss McKinnon, Mr. Brighthall? She’s


    pregnant with your child, sir, while you invite Charlene to stride into a house that belongs to the both of


    you as if-” “Is dinner ready?” Brendan suddenly interjected.


    She froze. “Y-Yes, sir.” “Get Charlene and Deirdre.”


    Brendan’s attitude made it clear that he brooked no defiance. It stealthily reminded Mrs. Engel of her


    position as a mere employee and domestic worker. Thus, the older woman had no choice but to set the


    food on the table before calling out to the women upstairs.


    It did not take Charlene long to show up.


    Mrs. Engel looked up and saw-to her surprise as a conservative, aging woman-Charlene was dressed


    in a thin, flimsy spaghetti dress barring almost too much of her breasts.


    Her motive was clear as day.


    Charlene swung her hip and sat next to Brendan, whose eyes remained nailed at his documents


    without ever lifting his head.


    Annoyed, she pressed his documents down and said, “Bren? No work allowed at the dining table,


    remember?”


    Brendan tucked the papers into his folder and looked up, finally noticing her getup.


    His face was as solemn and stoic as ever. It was as if Charlene had put on some normal, oversized T-


    shirt. “Where’s Deirdre?”


    Mrs. Engel was quick to answer. “Mrs. Brighthall said she’s not feeling well, so she’s noting.”


    She felt so bad for Deirdre. How was the youngdy supposed to feel well at all? Brendan had brought


    another woman home! Mrs. Engel was an outsider, and even she felt her own stomach upset.


    Brendan did not seem concerned either. “If her gastric is acting up again, just summon a doctor


    tomorrow and see what’s wrong.” “I… I hear you, sir.”


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    Charlene smiled. “It’s just how pregnancy is like, I’m afraid. You get a little upset here and there every


    once in a while, and then you lose your appetite. I don’t think it’s that big of a problem, though. She


    could always juste back to eat after she’s feeling better.”


    She raised her head and ordered Mrs. Engel, “Red wine, now.”


    The older woman brought a bottle, and Charlene popped it open. She filled two sses-one for


    Brendan, one for herself-and pushed it to him, her eyesscivious.


    “I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I? I’ve done a good job in helping you clean up the mess Miss McKinnon


    left. Yes, she was the one who pushed me down the stairs, but I wanted you to be free from the public’s


    condemnation that I stood by you and spoke for you. I didn’t even care if my reputation suffered,” she


    said, leaning toward him, just right, to exhibit her beautiful curves.


    ‘That’s enough grounds to enjoy this one with me, don’t you think?”


    Brendan raised his ss, and his expression actually softened a little. “I agree.”


    Charlene smiled, satisfied. They clinked their sses, letting the shrill ding echo through the hall. She


    pressed her ruby lips against the brim and sampled half of hers.


    Brendan finished his entire ss.


    Charlene waited for a moment before leaning her head against his shoulder, her cheeks pink. “Ah, the


    world’s spinning already? My drinking skill hasn’t improved at all…”


    Shetched her hand on the man’s arm like vines. To Charlene’s greatest glee, Brendan did not show


    any rejection nor break her hold. It was proof! Proof that Brendan had softened his stance against her.


    He did harbor love for her, after all!


    “Are my cheeks… red, Bren?” She breathed. She inched her body closer, shrinking whatever space


    there was between herself and Brendan. Before her skin came in contact with his own, though, the


    door to the first floor suddenly opened.