Chapter 916


    Chapter 916 Take a Shower. You Stink.


    Deirdre did not even blink. “Uh, thanks for pointing out the obvious, I guess? I mean, what am I


    supposed to do? Mope and not eat because a b* tch f*cked a jack*ssst night?”


    Charlene sneered. “You’re awfully calm despite the fact that I f*cked your man, Miss McKinnon. I guess


    all of your love martyr behaviors in the past were all for show, after all. Welp, that’s actually good news


    for you. Since you’re so good at sharing, I guess I’ll allow Bren to continue his sexual rtionship with


    you after we’re married, if only so he has a guaranteed outlet and mate to y with when I’m busy.”


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    Mrs. Engel was hardly the only one who reacted. Deirdre grimaced in disgust, too. “Uh, no thanks.


    Unlike our Miss McKinney here, I’m not in the habit of putting a piece of chewed gum from the floor into


    my mouth.”


    Charlene immediately turned her sight outside. “Did you hearthat, Bren? I was trying to be


    amodating to her, but she called you…”


    Brendan stepped into the room, and an overcast shadowed his visage. His ck eyes were trained


    onto Deirdre on the couch like a hawk.


    Mrs. Engel quickly stepped in to defend her. “Mr. Brighthall, Mrs. Brighthall was the one who started it-”


    “Don’t, Mrs. Engel.” Deirdre wiped her lips clean of food crumbs. “I don’t think I got it wrong at all.”


    Brendan narrowed his eyes as fury pooled around him. Then, suddenly, heughed. “No. You’re not


    wrong at all. I hope you mean what you said and nevere to me for help in the future. Wouldn’t


    want a piece of chewed gum to sully you, would you?” “No, I wouldn’t. I would never even consider it, in


    fact.”


    She rose and left.


    “Mrs. Brighthall, wait!”


    Mrs. Engel was about to follow her when Brendan stopped the older woman in her tracks. “That’s


    enough for you, Mrs. Engel. I need to give you a word on your attitude,” he grumbled. “I’m going to


    marry Charlene very soon, so I hope you learn your ce as soon as possible.”


    Mrs. Engel hung her head, but the rest of her stood tall. “Mr. Brighthall, I understand your concern, but


    you hired me to serve Miss McKinnon specifically. Once the baby’s born, there will no longer be a need


    for me to stay in this household, is there? I’ll resign then, I promise.”


    Brendan deadpanned. “A servant and her mistress, looking after each other. How touching.”


    Charlene shed a smile brimming with faux gregariousness. She could not give a damn about what an


    old hag thought. “It’s okay, Bren. It doesn’t matter what she thinks. I’m going to be your wife anyway.


    I’m okay with Mrs. Engel doing whatever she feels like doing, especially since I don’t want Miss


    McKinnon to be upset about me bullying her pet. She might just throw another round of insults at me


    over that!” “Let’s see if she dares.”


    Brendan’s mood, visibly soured, directed him to go straight to his study. When it was time for dinner,


    Charlene and Brendan were the only two people who sat around the dining table. Deirdre was notably


    absent.


    When dinner was over, Charlene bit her lips and gave a hint. “How about spending a night in my room


    tonight, Bren?”


    There was no guarantee that she could get pregnant just from one night. She needed more- the more


    windows of opportunities, the higher the chances. The moment she bore him a son was the moment


    comfort and luxury would forever be in her grasp.


    “No. Maybe next time. I’m tired.”


    Brendan seemed to have considered her proposal, at least. What made him reject her advance was


    that one nce at the room next to his own. It reminded Charlene-it did not matter if the baby was


    going to be a girl or a boy. Brendan simply could not make himself do it when Deirdre was within


    earshot. 1


    But how was Charlene supposed to get pregnant like this? i


    She decided against forcing Brendan and returned to her room glumly.


    Deirdre overheard themotion outside and turned on her side, ready to sleep. A whileter, she


    heard sounds from the balcony.


    A minuteter, she felt her upper half being enveloped by the man’s strong, all-epassing


    embrace.


    Her sensitive nose could pick up the stinging perfume lingering on Brendan’s body. Disgusted, she


    frowned and shoved him away. “Take a shower. You stink.”


    Brendan sniffed himself and realized what she meant. Without question, he marched into her bathroom


    obediently and took a thorough shower before emerging out of it.