Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 746

Chapter 746 Two-Timing B*stard!

Despite being visually impaired, Deirdre could still make out who the figure could be.

‘Tobey? Is that you?”

“Dee!”

Deirdre was startled. She scanned around cautiously before continuing. “I thought you said we’d contact each other over the phone! Why are you suddenly here, in person? What if Brendan’s moles-”

“Don’t sweat it, Dee,” he replied, smiling. “I would only come here in person after being 100% sure both he and his people were gone. It’s just you and me here.”

Deirdre breathed a sigh of relief, though some of her anxiety and paranoia refused to go. She unlocked the door hurriedly and stepped inside. Turning around, she called out to him, ‘We’ll talk inside.”

“I’ll pass.” The young man looked at the mud caking around his soles. “I’ll talk here.”

Deirdre stopped by the door as Tobey scowled. “Brendan left for Neve, didn’t he? I saw the news. He’s engaged to some woman named Charli McKinsey!”

A beat later, Deirdre answered him placidly. “You’re right.”

‘That crazy b*stard!” snarled Tobey. “I thought… I really thought he’s gone through all these crazy schemes to be near you because he at least genuinely likes you, but you’re telling me he’s got another girl this whole time? What the h*ll!?”

Deirdre stayed quiet. Nothing Brendan did could ever surprise her anymore -Brendan did what Brendan did.

At the thought of him liking her, though? Deirdre laughed quietly. “I was never the one he loved. I wouldn’t end up like this if I were.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense! Why shackle you to himself if he doesn’t even like you?!”

Deirdre froze. She could not come up with an answer either. “Maybe… he hates me so much he can’t bear to see me happy and free elsewhere?”

Tobey clenched his fists in rage. “When should we start our move?”

‘Tomorrow. We can’t go now.”

‘Why not?”

Deirdre’s expression darkened. “We haven’t prepared enough. Have you ever thought of where we should go when we run? If I fail to find a place before we go, we’ll be stuck here, and it’s only a matter of time before Brendan finds us. Then we’ll lose that one chance of escape.”

Tobey’s expression turned grave. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Deirdre assuaged him with a smile. “But… I have a destination in mind.

Sorry for the trouble, Tobey, but please look up Surstate. See if it’s a good place to hide for us and how we can get there. My ID and everything are under Brendan’s control, so I can’t buy plane tickets without alerting him. The only way to get there for me is through boats and ships… and not the formal way where we buy tickets.”

“I got it,” Tobey replied reassuringly. “Surstate, huh? I’ll look it up today and start asking for help from my network. Don’t worry. I’ve lived long enough to know how to pull some strings. We can get there without tickets.”

‘Thank you, Tobey. I’m sorry to trouble you again.”

‘That’s not true. Well, I got to go.”

“See you.”

Deirdre closed the door and felt her heart sinking. It felt like a weight was pressing against her chest.

Way back on the other side of the city, Brendan watched the entire exchange unfold through his surveillance camera. He narrowed his eyes and studied Deirdre’s expression as she chatted with an unknown figure outside the door.

She looked calm, then serious, and then relieved. There were so many emotions in between, too- emotions he had never seen her display.

He pulled the video forward and tried to make out who that mysterious figure might be through whatever little clues he could find. To his frustration, the figure was too far away from the camera’s optimal angle, and the door frame blocked much of his upper body. He could not make out who she could possibly be talking to.

Was it Glenna?

No. Brendan rejected that conjecture almost immediately.

It could not be. If it were Glenna, Deirdre would have already invited her into the house.