Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 706

Chapter 706 Brendan's Choice For a B*tch

"Well, I've been telling you to do that for a while now, haven't I?” Kyran replied softly. “And turn off the lights too. I'll only be home in the wee hours of the morning, tops. Go ahead and get some rest before me.”

‘Early morning, then? Well, that's enough time.’

Deirdre clutched the edge of her skirt tightly.

"Don't... work yourself too hard, okay? When everything's finally over, we... We'll move to Germia.”

"Yes, we will.” He let out a soft chuckle. "I'll marry you there.” From NôvelDrama.Org.

Deirdre's ears were still red and burning when the call ended, but she did not have the luxury of time to enjoy it. She marched to her closet and took out a dress. A simple touch-up with lipstick later, she let her hair down just as her phone alarm beeped.

She took her keys and hailed a cab. It hardly took her that much time—this was the moment when the city's nightlife was starting.

‘'To Sigh and Sea, please.”

Deirdre had a guess on what kind of establishment it could be, and it turned out to be just as she had expected. She was about to enter when the bouncer stopped her.

"Members only. Show your card or beat it.”

"Card?" Deirdre was stunned. She did not expect this part right here.

The bouncer scanned her. She was a real looker, this one. Too bad she had to pawn herself off in such an unrespectable gig.

"Don't think you can get inside by looking pretty, little bird. I've gotten used to your type. Move aside, and don't block the hallway!"

"No, there must be a mistake. I was invited here. Brendan Brighthall invited me!"

The bouncer snorted. "Funny joke, lady."

Deirdre was about to argue more when a woman—a staff judging from her uniform-approached them. "Is this Miss Deirdre McKinnon?"

‘That's me!”

The staff studied her as contempt tainted what should have been a professional smile. “She's here on an invitation. I'll bring her in.”

She turned to Deirdre and beckoned her. "Follow me!"

The young woman nodded. She tried her best to make out the directions but tripped a little over the bouncer's foot. The staff quickly noticed it and questioned aloud, "Are you blind?"

It was rude, but Deirdre had gotten used to it. She nodded.

"Holy sh*t! You're really blind." The staff frowned. "Well, at least you look good."

Deirdre did not understand her comment. She smoothed her sleeves and asked, "Where's Brendan?"

"Oh, he’s upstairs. I'll take you there."

‘Thank you."

Deirdre followed the staff, her footsteps a little unsteady. Once they reached a room, the staff announced, ‘’This is it. Go ahead on your own. I've got other stuff to do."

“Right.” Deirdre took a sniff at the scent of cigarettes perforating the entire area. It stung her nose-she knew immediately that this was neither safe nor respectable. Still, for Kyran’s sake, she steeled herself and opened the door.

The boisterous peals of laughter inside died instantly. The room was dark, and Deirdre could not make out how crowded it was.

Still, when all eyes landed on her, she clenched her fists.

"W-Where is B-Brendan B-Brighthall?"

"So, you're the one he’s sent in?" a middle-aged man with a cigar in his mouth asked as he ogled at Deirdre as though he was admiring wine." Brighthall sure has taste in his b*tches. He picks only the most beautiful and nothing else."

"Yea! Look at her! She could have become a celebrity with beauty like that. Maybe we should enjoy her before everyone else out there does right now."

The crowd roared into laughter as the glares they leveled on her turned more and more lascivious. Deirdre might not be able to see, but she could sense danger in their gazes.

Her heart raced.