Chapter 927
Chapter 927
Chapter 927 I’ve Only Ever Loved You
“What do you think Charlene is thinking, Deirdre?”
Deirdre’s heart sank. There was no way around it-Charlene had been screwing another man. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
She raised her head and met his gaze with pity.
“Oh-kay. Why are you looking at me like that?”
Deirdre churned her thoughts a while longer before deciding to tell it as it was. “This is going to come off as painful to you, but I think you deserve to know at least something. I think… Charlene has another man.” “What gave you that idea?” Brendan replied. The emotion in his tone was unreadable.
“I called you this afternoon, right? A few minutes before that, I smelled… well, a man’s sweat. And then Mrs. Engel told me the way Charlene walked was off. When you square all of those together, the conclusion, well, wrote itself… you know?”
It took her a lot of courage just to hesitantly express her suspicion. She even mentally steeled herself to watch Brendan break down in shock. And yet, to her surprise, the man simply chuckled.
“I see, I see!” Brendan tightened his grip around her waist. “Detective Dee Dee has closed a case.”
Deirdre looked at him in shock. “What the- Is that all of your reaction?” “Hmm, what else am I supposed to feel? Hurt? Dejected? Lose my damn mind? Dee, I’ve told you already. I don’t feel anything for her. I wouldn’t even feel bad if she got pregnant with some other guy’s child!” “But you’re supposed to be at least a little wounded, right?” Deirdre rebutted frantically. “You used to like her so deeply!” “Huh? Did I?” Brendan murmured to himself as he rubbed his chin against the young woman’s hair. Solemness replaced the playfulness in his eyes. “I used to think like you too, confusing a debt and responsibility I owed her as love. It’s only after I fell in love with you… I finally realized they are not the same, i “I’ve
only ever loved a woman in my life.” He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes overflowing with profound tenderness. “You.” 1
His tone and his gaze-they somehow pierced through the blurry veil her damaged sight had perpetually bestowed on her, like a ray of light shining straight into her chest.
Deirdre’s eyes betrayed her panic. She suddenly did not know how to react. Nothing he said could be handwaved as a joke. The love and sentiment that pulsated under his every word-it was flooding toward her like an uncontrollable deluge.
“B-Brendan…”
She did not know what to say even after staying silent for a while.
Brendan, however, seemed to understand her. He planted a kiss on her lips, but it was featherlight, and without his usual aggression, as though he was handling the most priceless treasure the world could ever offer him.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to answer me so soon. You’re free to choose. The last thing I want is to know that any of your choices were made under pressure.” He breathed. “After Ophelia’s safe and sound and our child is born… HI let you go if you’re still unwilling to be with me.”
Brendan wrapped his arm around her waist and closed his eyes, his breath steady. A while later, it became rhythmic. He had fallen asleep.
Deirdre could not sleep, however. She opened her eyes wide-her room greeted her in its perpetual fog as she felt the man’s heart beating so close to her skin. She stayed like that for hours.
A while later, a very unsure Charlene went for another round of pregnancy check-ups. Almost unsurprisingly, she was not pregnant at all.
The man decked his hand across her cheek the moment the news broke.” It’s all because you’re a sl*t who f*cks with anyone without a condom! You’ve gone through so many abortions that you can’t even get pregnant now!”
Charlene cupped her cheek in agony, but she said nothing.
The man’s temper lasted for a while before he called a doctor to begin another ovulation induction procedure. Then, he called a few men and told Charlene to sleep with all of them.
It was humiliating. She felt like a prostitute.
At least she was finally rewarded. Half a month later, she received a report that she was pregnant.