Chapter 913

It Happened

Charlene wanted to ignore it, but a glance at the screen made her change her mind.

Deirdre’s voice came as soon as she answered it, murmuring, “When are you coming home, Brendan?
I… I’m having some difficulty breathing.

Please take me to a hospital.”

Breathing difficulty?

Charlene snickered to herself. God, what a pathetic excuse this b*tch had cooked up. Deirdre acted as
though she did not care, yet quietly proved that she was hoping she could win Brendan’s heart through
her kid anyway. What a wh*re.

“It hurts to burst your bubble. Miss McKinnon, but it’s me. Bren’s not in a state to answer your call, I’m
afraid.”

There was silence from the other side. Then, Deirdre spoke coldly. “Why isn’t he answering me?
What’s he doing next to you?” “Well…” Charlene gave a chuckle worth more than a thousand words.
“Do you really want me to spell it out, Miss McKinnon?” “Where is Brendan!?” Deirdre’s voice was
shaking. “I want him to talk to me! Now!”

Charlene hung up the call and felt exhilarated. After all those times of being second place to Deirdre,
she finally had her chance. She ogled at Brendan, who was still unconscious beside her, with a look of
scheming glee.

She offered a sum of cash to a staff member at the bar. “Help me move Mr. Brighthall upstairs, please.”



The bar conveniently offered lodging upstairs. As soon as the staff placed him there, Charlene began
removing her clothes excitedly. When she was bare naked, she moved on to remove Brendan’s.

He frowned and groggily woke up a little.

Charlene’s heart stopped.

“The light’s stinging me!” he grumbled. ‘Turn it off.” “Of course! Right away!” She chirped, getting back
to her feet and turning to the light switch by the door.

The dark enveloped them like a shroud. She excitedly strutted back to the bed and touched the man on
the bed. There was a strange scent in the air tonight-a fragrance that somehow lit a fire all over her
body.

She kissed him. Or rather, she drank him like a hungry beast.

And then everything was a blur.

Charlene woke the next morning with a headache. When she remembered what happened last night,
though, she could not stop herself from smiling. She turned to her side and drank the view of the man
illuminated by sunlight. His features were golden.

Even as he slept, he looked distant and aloof-a distance between him and the rest of the mortals. It did
nothing to stop Charlene, though. She was in love with that face of his.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, and the man woke. He lifted his head with his hand, his fingers
covering his forehead.

“Hangover, Bren?” Charlene immediately pressed herself close to his side.

It was only then that he noticed her… and her disarrayed shirt. He froze.



Charlene was candid. “You were drunk, Bren, so yes. It happened. If it bothers you, I have no problem
pretending it never happened.”

He leaped out of his bed and picked up his clothes. “Why would it bother me? We’re adults. These
things are bound to happen.” “But Miss McKinnon?” “I don’t want to hear her name!” he snapped and
entered the bathroom.

Charlene’s smile deepened as she caressed her belly. ‘Don’t fail me now.’

Brendan’s phone rang. Charlene glanced at the number and answered it.

It was Mrs. Engel. “Mr. Brighthall, when are you coming back? Mrs. Brighthall hasn’t been feeling well
since last night. She’s now in the hospital in the city center, and if you’re nearby, please pay her a visit,
okay? It will… Well, do wonders to her mood.”

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