Chapter 907


    Chapter 907 Hang On A Little Longer, Okay?


    All Brendan cared about was the kid Deirdre bore him, right? So what would happen… if Charlene got


    pregnant too?


    The young woman thought long and hard about it as she savored her risotto. When she was done, she


    got up and went for a bath as preparation.


    Deirdrey on her back alone and watched the sky turn darker and darker. Sleep came to her like a


    cascade, but a second after she drifted off, she heard soft noisesing from her balcony.


    It sounded as if someone was opening her window. She pulled herself up with her palms, but before


    she could even see anything, the figure that entered her room through the balcony threw their arms


    around her and locked her in a suffocating embrace.


    Deirdre froze. Shock gradually disced her sleep. Then, softly, she urged,” Have you gone nuts?”


    The first floor did not sound like much on paper, but it was still a considerable height to fall from. The


    fact that this unhinged man had decided to climb out of his window and into hers as if he would


    somehow be exempted from idents was just… insane!


    “But I’m starting to miss you already,” Brendan replied, rubbing her hair with his cheek. “I rolled around


    my bed and still couldn’t sleep, so I thought, huh, I shoulde to see you.” “What happens if


    Charlene sees you like this?” Deirdre rebuffed nervously.” All that performance will be for nothing!”


    “That’s not gonna happen. Don’t worry.” Heughed. “We sleep in separate rooms, remember? How is


    she going to tell?”


    After all, the two lead yers, had orchestrated what happened during dinner. Deirdre had agreed to it


    despite not knowing what Brendan’s ulterior motive was, but it was fun to watch Charlene beaming


    smugly as if she was the winner instead of the unsuspecting fool.


    “Did you miss me?” asked Brendan, his eyes zing a little too strongly at the young woman’s top half.


    Her loose cor from her shoulder down gave him ample window to admire, though his eyes ultimately


    glided down to her abdomen. He ced a hand on her abdomen. “What about our kid? Miss me yet?”


    Deirdre did not even know what to answer. Amused, she replied, “Brendan, the child doesn’t even kick


    yet.”


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    Brendan leaned his head forward and pressed his ear against her skin. He listened for a moment and


    said, “Ah. The kid said it missed me and wants me to be around the two of you tonight.”


    Deirdre hardly had a chance to answer him. Swiftly, Brendan hooked Deirdre’s body toward him. The


    young woman found herself lying on all fours atop his chest.


    The entire room was filled with Deirdre’s scent. As Brendan breathed it in, he closed his eyes. “Just


    hang on a little longer, Dee. I’ll have Shea guarding you very soon. That way, you’ll be protected from


    whatever crap Charlene will throw your way.” “It’s okay.” Deirdre perched on his chest, her eyes


    downcast. “I’ve been waiting for a chance like this for so long. Having to wait slightly longer is not that


    difficult.” “Good to hear it.”


    Their position was a little too awkward to Deirdre’s liking. She started to move, hoping to get down from


    him, when suddenly, she froze in midstruggle.


    Brendan opened his eyes. “Why stop?”


    Deirdre’s skin was boiling. She was frozen stiff.


    Brendan gently pulled her to his side and kissed her ear. “Oh, that? Don’t worry. I’m not going to do


    anything to you tonight, especially since I don’t think you can handle it.”


    Deirdre cast her eyes down, speechless. Her sleep waspletely gone, though. “That’s all?” she


    asked despite herself.


    Brendan shot her a meaningful nce. “Deirdre McKinnon, do you know what that could mean when


    you put it that way?”


    She stiffened before a wave of flustering warmth washed over her. “Wait! What I meant was-”


    Brendan pressed his finger on her trembling lips and stopped her from exining. “I know, Dee. I


    know,” he said, his eyes gentle. “Come on. Time to sleep.”


    Deirdre took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was initially difficult, but as she breathed in his


    scent, she grew drowsy and even fell asleep.


    It was then that a series of soft but perceptible rapping sounds on the door startled Deirdre.