Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 900

Chapter 900 Yield

‘Out all night, huh?’

Deirdre was under the assumption that he was back but sleeping in the next room.

She said in frustration, “It’s possible… that I slightly pissed him off…” “Angry with you, Mrs. Brighthall? That can’t be possible.” Mrs. Engel was astonished. “How can Mr. Brighthall possibly be angry with you when he loves you so much? Or… did something happen last night?”

Deirdre had a hard time finding the right words. She could not tell Mrs.

Engel that she had failed to seduce Brendan and that he found her cheap, right? Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It would be humiliating.

“Nothing much… We got into a small quarrel, and Brendan was angry, so he left.”

Mrs. Engel was curious. “Small quarrel? For real? Mr. Brighthall would actually be angry with you…”

She muttered to herself while she headed to the kitchen to serve breakfast.

Deirdre nibbled on the fork and thought, Til just apologize if nothing else works. I can’t just let this situation continue until more conflicts are triggered. If he isn’t fond of me being spontaneous, I won’t be spontaneous anymore from now on.’

Brendan returned from work at last in the afternoon. She stood up straight on the sofa upon hearing the commotion. She sensed the man walking into the living room and stopped momentarily before heading upstairs and shutting the study room’s door soon afterward.

Mrs. Engel stuck out her head while she was dusting the vase and said softly to Deirdre, “Mr. Brighthall looks to be in a much better mood but still seems pretty awkward.”

Deirdre nodded. She could tell.

Brendan would have already approached and sat with her if this was the past. Apparently, he still had pent-up anger because he headed to the study room without even greeting her.

Deirdre hesitated momentarily before getting up and asking, “Where is the coffee machine, Mrs. Engel?”

Mrs. Engel’s eyes lit up. “Are you planning to make coffee for Mr. Brighthall,

Mrs. Brighthall?” “Hmm…” She could not figure out any other way apart from that.

Mrs. Engel was overjoyed. ‘This is how lovers should behave. A relationship will only last if the other lover appeases the angry lover.’

She immediately headed to the kitchen and set up the items.

Deirdre made a cup of coffee. She knew Brendan’s preference because she frequently made coffee for him.

Mrs. Engel helped to carry the cup upstairs before passing it to Deirdre.

Deirdre stood at the study room’s door to brace herself and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

Deirdre entered the room.

Brendan was rifling through the document in his hands and looked at the woman who showed up in the room for a brief moment before looking away quickly. However, he could not pay attention to reading the document anymore.

“I got you coffee.”

Deirdre wore a gentle, obedient expression and placed the coffee cautiously before Brendan. She was anxious.

Brendan did not touch the cup of coffee. He was still angry in his heart when he asked, “Who made you send me coffee this time?”

Deirdre was stunned for a moment and shook her head. “No one. I did it myself.”

Brendan stared at Deirdre’s face closely. Her anxiety and uneasy demeanor in trying to flatter him were obvious.

He found it amusing but did not feel like laughing.

“Why?”

Deirdre was caught off guard by Brendan’s question. She answered, “I don’t want you to be angry anymore.” ‘You know that I’m angry, huh?”

Deirdre thought, ‘It’s pretty obvious.’

Brendan’s gaze landed on the coffee. “Do you know why I’m angry then?”

Deirdre lowered her gaze for a brief moment. “Because… I was too spontaneous.” “And then?” “I made you feel disgusted.”

Brendan pushed away the documents on the table and was almost laughing out of anger. “Deirdre, your ability to anger others has grown perceptibly!”