Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 744

Chapter 744 A Business Trip to Neve

Deirdre took the bouquet, leaned close to the petals, and sniffed it. The flowers were so fresh the air was thick with their scent. Little drops of dew even matted the tip of her nose.

Brendan wiped the water away gently. “I didn’t plan to buy roses at first. I would have guessed from your personality that you like baby’s breath better. Still, you wouldn’t be able to see its splendor right now, so I picked a flower famous for its strong scent.”

“I love it.” Deirdre caressed the bouquet gingerly. “Every flower is my favorite so long as you’re the one buying it for me.”

She managed to find a vase and began to carefully slip each stalk inside. When it was done, Brendan threw his arms around her from behind.

“I think it’s time you take a step back and take a break. Here, have some pastries. They’re still warm. A friend of mine suggested it when I asked. According to rumors, this bakery makes delicious desserts that are pregnancy-friendly.”

Deirdre had lost quite some appetite these days, so Brendan waited for two hours to get her something she would like.

The young woman in question had no appetite for it, but she heeded Brendan’s suggestion and sat. He passed a puff to her hand, and she took a bite.

She cupped her hand over her mouth. The sweetness of its filling erupted on her tongue, causing her stomach to churn and react. She blanched.

Brendan quickly pulled a garbage bin below her before Deirdre wretched and threw up. She grabbed a fistful of the mat in agony, a few tears trickling down her eyes.

When she was done, Brendan swiped some wet tissues and gently wiped her mouth clean, paying no mind to how dirty she was. He then cleaned the garbage bin and returned to cradle her in his arms, his features twisting into a frown. “I’m so sorry.” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Deirdre curled into a fetal position, “l-lt’s alright. N-Not your f-fault.”

“Ugh, it’s totally my fault,” Brendan muttered, clearly distressed. “I should have known this isn’t the food you can stomach for the time being.”

In the end, Brendan went to the kitchen and made a bowl of plain spaghetti. The only seasoning it had was salt, so it was borderline tasteless. Still, Deirdre managed to eat quite a fill.

Brendan spoke while thumbing through his documents as she lay on her bed after dinner. “I’m going to be on a business trip next Monday. It’s going to take three days.”

Deirdre’s eyes snapped open as he caressed her hair. “I think I’ll ask Glenna to come for a two-nights sleepover.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? I’m not a kid who needs adult supervision!”

Deirdre rolled and sat up from her bed, feigning rage. “Do your thing, you busy, busy man. Don’t drag my best friend into this!”

Brendan hugged her. “What’s the matter? Can’t bear to leave me? If you can’t, you can come with me.”

Go with him? Ha! Why would she? This was a windfall! Brendan’s departure meant she had the perfect time to escape. It should take him some time to realize she was gone, but by then, she should already be on a ferry on her way to a foreign city. The point was not to drag Glenna into the trouble her planned escape would cause.

She leaned her head against his chest. “Glenna’s company is really far from here, isn’t it? And I’m a grown-up. I don’t need someone to keep me company at all times. She can always just meet me after her work’s over.”

“I don’t feel safe about it, though. Your sight is severely limited. What will happen if you get hurt?” he refuted in concern, frowning. “Maybe you should come with me instead.”

Deirdre looked up. “Where are you going?”

A long beat later, he answered, “Neve.”

Deirdre reeled in realization. So that was what his “business trip” was all about. Next Monday was his engagement day.

Deirdre could not stop the scornful amusement from pooling in her chest. Her expression darkened a little as if just the mention of the city summoned her ire. “Why Neve all of a sudden?”