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Chapter 883 I'd Whisk You Away Instantly
The call was cut short on that hostile note.
The finality of the man's voice made Deirdre's heart leap. She had expected things to evolve beyond the point of no
return, but it did not mean she predicted how far past that point. The deluge of negative public opinion? The civil
war within his company? She was the one who had triggered it all.
Deirdre’s lips turned pale. She pressed her fingers so hard her nails almost looked transparent.
Then, the door was opened. Brendan found her standing right outside, his eyes expressing shock. "Why are you
here?" "Because you were inside for so long, I thought I should come to check on you..." she explained.
"So, you heard everything?”
She nodded with difficulty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrendan fondled her hair comfortingly. "Don't overthink it. It has nothing to do with you. The problem lies in me. I
should have protected you better."
He lowered his head and leaned his lips close to her hair. "I'm just glad you're okay."
His sincerity was so overwhelming it got around into becoming almost suggestive. Deirdre felt as though her entire
body had burst into flames.
By the time she snapped out of it, a contrite look had shadowed her features. 'You shouldn't have come to help me
personally," she rebuked, frowning. 'You brought your people with you, right? So, you could have asked one of them
to play the role you played instead of showing up in person. You knew how much drama and news your personal
appearance would generate, right? You're the leader of the Brighthall Group, for crying out loud!" "I know,"
Brendan replied candidly. His eyes never once left her face. "But I know something else even better. I’m not going
to pass up this moment again."
Deirdre was perplexed. "Again?"
Brendan leaned close to her ear. "While I was looking for you after your release, I saw you at the hospital. There, I
had to watch Sterling Fuller take you away." He sounded a little envious. "If I could turn back time and return to that
moment, I’d definitely step in and whisk you away as soon as I was able... before he could, anyway."
Deirdre was tongue-tied. Luckily, Mrs. Engel became an unwitting hero by coming out of the kitchen, declaring,
"Dinner's ready!"
She jostled his hand away. "We should eat." "Mm-hmm."
Deirdre kept mulling over her decision after dinner until, finally, she made up her mind. "I’m going to return to the
police station tomorrow," she told Brendan. "They’re probably looking for me, too. Then, you can tell the board of
directors that there's no secret relationship between the two of us and ask them to give you one more chance. It's
important for you to wield actual power, you know? It’s the only way to ensure your help. I don't mind any
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏminconvenience that serves that end."
Brendan seemed to forgo responding to her idea. Instead, he asked, 'You haven't had your injuries addressed yet
today, right?"
Deirdre reeled in realization and looked away anxiously. "I, uh, haven't had the time, but-" "The doctor has sent over
your medicines," he interjected, cutting Deirdre's excuse short.
She clenched her fists nervously and murmured, "But they're practically on their way to complete recovery! It’s
going to be fine even without rubbing medicines on them. Besides... it doesn't hurt anymore." "Then why were you
breathing hard when I touched you this morning?" Brendan questioned as he stepped forward. He drew closer and
closer to her, their faces almost touching, his gaze nailed unblinkingly at her thinned, supple lips.
"I... It was..." Deirdre gulped and tried to protest. "It wasn't because you accidentally touched my wound! It's
because you were crushing me with your weight!" "But your injuries were still blue and black all over." "Okay, so
we'll have Mrs. Engel-"
Brendan suddenly scooped her off her feet in his arms.
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