Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 705

Chapter 705 Look For Him

Deirdre shook herself awake and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Oh, God. Sorry. I was lost in thoughts. Thanks for bringing me home.”

"Don’t mention it.” Sam hesitated for a moment before asking, "Um, Miss McKinnon, you don't look so good. Are you okay? Did Mr. Brighthall say something demeaning again?"

Deirdre wished that was the extent of his humiliation back there. She wished that was all it took for this to end.

But Brendan clearly enjoyed dragging it out. Deirdre resented him for it, yet she was clearly too hapless to do anything about it.

She could not say much to Sam, so she smiled and assured him that she was fine. Pulling out her phone, she asked, "Can you help me remove Brendan's number from my blacklist?"

Sam had never worked with an old model before this, but it didn't take him long to get used to it. It took him only a minute.

Deirdre thanked him and left.

Then, for days on end, Deirdre lived in a constant state of anxiety and distress. She would jump, prepare herself mentally, and then proceed to answer any call from her phone. What she did not expect, though, was that none of the calls was Brendan's. It was either Declan or Glenna on the other end.

A week passed, and Deirdre began to wonder whether Brendan had forgotten all about her. It was a good thing, but Kyran continued coming home late and leaving early in the morning, which broke her heart.

Then, one late afternoon, she finally received a call from Brendan's number. She was almost too excited. "Brendan!"

There was a pause from the other end. When the other party spoke, the voice was that of a stranger’s. "Miss McKinnon? Hello. I'm Mr. Bright hall's assistant."

"His assistant?”

She had never heard this voice before, but it was unmistakably Brendan’s number. Biting her lips, she discarded caution and asked, "Where’s Brendan? Why isn't he the one talking?”

The man on the other side laughed sarcastically. "He's busy in a meeting. He doesn’t have the time to talk to you.”

Deirdre understood the subtext. Brendan simply found even the thought of talking to her unappealing. Her fingers curled slightly into her hand, and she asked, “Then why did he ask you to call me?"

The man was direct. "He wants you to meet him at Sigh and Sea. 8:00 p.m."

"Sigh... and Sea?" It was a place she had never heard of before. She bit her lips again. "What kind of place is that?"

The man sneered. "You'll know once you're there. Mr. Brighthall also instructed you not to be late and put on your best look. Bottom line? Don't embarrass him."

The stranger cut off their call with that.

Deirdre’s face turned pale. Brendan had been quiet for so long it had put her on pins and needles for an extended time, only to deliver a punch straight to her gut. To ask her out at a time like 8:00 p.m.? If Kyran returned home early tonight, he would see her on her way out!

Even so, she had to do this to free Kyran from Brendan's bind. She needed to do this so they could move to Germia and never need to look back.

She gnashed her teeth and called Kyran. He seemed to be very busy, as it took him a while to finally answer her in his usual gentle voice.

"Dee? Hey, what’s up?”

His voice immediately assuaged her anxiety and distress. She found her courage returning. "What time are you coming home tonight?"

"Is... ls something going on?” He audibly hesitated. He sounded restricted as if he was in a bind. "I’m going to be home late tonight, sorry.

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"No, I'm fine!” Deirdre replied and feigned a chuckle. "I just thought of asking. If you're coming home too late, I'll tune in for the night early, okay?”