Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 836

Chapter 836 Mr. Brighthall’s Lover

Both of them walked to the park, and the sky was stained red in the meantime. It was still not dark, so Deirdre and Mrs. Engel strolled leisurely in the park and heard the soft discussion from their side.

“Is that her?”

“I suppose. Her figure looks exactly the same. That should be her.”

Soon afterward, those two people braced themselves to approach Deirdre. “Hello, may I inquire if you’re Miss Deirdre McKinnon?”

Deirdre did not expect that she would encounter people who knew her, so she paused for a moment before she nodded.

The person was overjoyed instantly. “It’s truly a waste that I didn’t see you in the grocery store today. I was planning on going over to apologize to you. I’m really sorry for what transpired that day...”

Deirdre was about to say, “It’s alright,” when the person asked, “ Where’s Mr. Brighthall? Why isn't he here with you? Aren't you two lovers?”

“What do you mean by lovers?” The person's companion interrupted by saying in astonishment, “Don’t be spouting nonsense in Miss McKinnon’s presence. Miss McKinnon and Mr. Brighthall are just friends. Mr. Brighthall’s lover is someone else. Don’t make things awkward for her.”

“Mr. Brighthall has a lover already? Who told you that?”

“Why would I need someone to tell me about that, huh? He has always been engaged to his fiancee, Charli McKinsey. I saw them on the news today too.” The person tried to prove herself right immediately by pulling out her phone and pulling up a search screen.

“See this? Brendan Brighthall and Charli McKinsey visiting a family member in the family mansion, their relationship intimate as ever.” Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Deirdre’s expression turned stiff instantly. The woman snatched the phone and saw a photo. “You are right… I’m so sorry, Miss McKinnon. Mr. Brighthall risked his life to protect you the other day, so I thought that you and he were lovers. So, it turns out that I’ve been mistaken.”

In the end, both of them left.

Mrs. Engel hastily consoled by saying, “Mrs. Brighthall, it’s not true. Don’t listen to them!”

“What's not true?” Deirdre asked nonchalantly, “Is it the part where Charlene joined him to visit Madame Brighthall in the family mansion, or the part where Brendan’s lover is Charlene is not true?”

Mrs. Engel was rendered speechless. She had no idea what was going on either. She did not understand Brendan was still involved with Charlene after being with Deirdre already, but she could see Brendan’s deep love for Deirdre.

“I... All in all, it must be a misunderstanding. Mr. Brighthall loves you so much he can’t possibly still be involved with Charlene, Mrs. Brighthall.”

Deirdre smiled. “You don’t know Brendan, Mrs. Engel.”

He was capable of appeasing while maintaining a good relationship with Charlene simultaneously. After all, he had done it before more than once.

What caught her slightly by surprise was that Brendan was still being intimate with her, appeasing her, and behaving as if she was his only love in the mansion a moment ago, yet he made up an excuse about attending some important affair in the next moment so he could continue to get involved with Charlene.

Mrs. Engel was at a loss for words while Deirdre held her hand in a comforting manner.

“No worries. [ don’t take it to heart.”

She was only playing along as well.

Afterward, she strolled the park for a while and encountered a group of people gossiping about Brendan and Charlene again.

Those people were wondering when Brendan and Charlene would be married.

It was rare for Deirdre to be a part of people's gossip. She was asked if she would stand a chance at being promoted ina competition with another woman who looked like Brendan’s ex- wife.

‘Promoted?’

The word was unpleasant to the ears.

Mrs. Engel was having trouble keeping calm upon hearing that, but there was nothing she could do. Meanwhile, Deirdre was calm and composed, but she did not continue to stroll anymore.

It was getting dark.

They returned just in time for dinner. Deirdre had her dinner bite by bite when she heard the heavy footsteps coming from the outside.