Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 909

Chapter 909 Winning Brendan Back, Bit by Bit

Brendan pinched the bridge of his nose as if he was trying to fight back fatigue. “I accidentally took a nap during my bath. What’s the matter?” “Oh, it was nothing,” Charlene smiled. “I was just enjoying a chat with Miss McKinnon.” “A chat?” snarled Deirdre, clearly not in the mood to play along. “I’m not in the mood to engage in brain-rotting chatter in the middle of the freezing night. Miss McKinney, though, spent a good few minutes knocking on your door until everyone in the house woke up!”

She turned on her heels and slammed her door shut.

Brendan turned his attention back to Charlene. His face was markedly devoid of rage, impatience, or any emotion. Still, his attention lingered on her body for a far longer time than he usually did.

“Aren’t you cold?” he finally remarked.

Of course Charlene was cold-her getup was scant by design! She did not expect Brendan to take his bath this late into the night either. But since he put it that way… Charlene would not let this perfect excuse pass now, would she?

She pretended to shiver and leaned close to Brendan. “God, now that you mention it… I’m quite cold, Bren.” She cooed coyly. “I’m going to need some of that warmth in your room.”

To her greatest joy, Brendan did not push her away. He even looked like he was considering her proposal!

In the end, though, he shoved her away. “Deirdre’s room is next door, and she’s pregnant with my child.”

Charlene raised her head and noticed the frown of a man who was trying to control his urge.

Yes! He was definitely feeling it! The only reason he was not acting on it was that Deirdre was next door. Damn it, that b*tch always had to get in their way…

Still, it also meant that if the two of them were somewhere Deirdre could not hear, Brendan would have her leap into his lap already!

“Oh, I get it. But I also know that people have needs. It must be so, so hard for you, right? If you’re worried about Miss McKinnon overhearing us, we could always go out?” she asked tentatively.

Brendan did not reject her at all. He seemed to even quietly agree. “We’ll see.” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

With that, he closed the door.

Charlene was overjoyed. Sure, “we’ll see” sounded like a non-answer someone would give when they were disinterested, but it did still mean Brendan was not as loyal to Deirdre as Charlene had previously thought.

All she needed were openings like these. She would win him back, bit by bit

Brendan’s change of attitude toward her enraptured Charlene so much she could not sleep until it was past midnight!

Then, the next day, when she descended the stairs to the living room, a new woman had joined the house. She spotted a bob cut and a very erect posture, her arms visibly bulky and her body well- trained. There was not a single saggy muscle hanging from her bone.

One look was enough. Charlene knew this must be one of the elite fighters from the organization-and the thought startled her.

Brendan had actually appointed someone from the organization to become Deirdre’s security detail.

Most members of the organization were taken in as youths. Three candidates-and sometimes even fewer than that-were selected from a pool of thousands who practiced martial arts and combat skills. Those who were chosen could even work as personal bodyguards in the private sector.

Charlene’s jealousy flared, but she suddenly remembered the more practical reason Brendan could have made such an appointment: he was worried about his child’s safety.

Besides, once she married him, she would become the mistress of the organization. Those elites would all be hers to command!

At that thought, Charlene descended the stairs languidly, pleased. “It’s hard not to be jealous of the treatment you get, Miss McKinnon! You have a bodyguard despite being homebound,” she gibed. “I’m beginning to wonder if the kid in there is made out of gold to warrant protection like that.

Though I kinda wonder… who is the person the bodyguard’s supposed to keep an eye on?”

Deirdre did not even look up from her breakfast. “Me, of course. Miss McKinney’s too talented in pissing people off, so Brendan must be worried that you’ll piss me off again and cause me to push you off the floors again. And this time, I might even make sure you come out of it disabled.”