NovelEnglishChapter 136 My Necklace Isn’t On Me
Why was he so exasperated to learn this? Because all of this was supposed to belong to him!
Brendan let go of Deirdre at the height of his rage. She thought this meant she could breathe a sigh of
relief, but a new force simply knocked her off her footing, causing her to lie on the desk.
She felt his body pressing against hers and then felt his labored breathing.
A chill crawled up her spine. She knew what was about to happen. “No, Brendan! No!” she yelled,
struggling.
He acted as though he could not hear her. He grabbed her arms and pinned them to the side, sneering,
Why? Isn’t this the point of your existence? Why else do you think I let you live by my side? And you
think. you’ll get to live with Sterling one day-ha! Fat f*cking chance!”
His free hand gripped her neck, his eyes wild with frosty rage. He pushed her down on the desk with
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthis weight and did not care one bit about her struggle, protests, or reluctance.
Charlene listened from outside his study. As she clenched her fists, her beautiful features morphed into
something twisted.
Deirdre blacked out during the experience. She did not wake up until the next afternoon.
Charlene had just finished putting on her tailor-made dress and makeup. She was just about to put on
her necklace when a thought flitted through her mind.
She dropped the necklace back into the box.
Charlene arrived at the banquet venue in a car. The old Brighthall mansion was already packed with
guests by that point, and amid the revelry, Charlene spied Brendan in the lounge.
She could still see scratch marks on his neck. Deirdre had left them.
Her eyes turned cold for a moment. She stepped forward with a smile and greeted him. “Sorry I’m late,
Bren. Where’s Mom?”
“In the hall.” He beckoned for her to come forward and hooked her arm around his. “We should go
inside
now.”
“Right,” Charlene replied sheepishly. She took a few steps forward before reeling in realization and
shock, her hands frantically searching her neck. “Wait, my necklace! Bren, my necklace isn’t on me! I
must have forgotten to put it on when I left in a hurry. Oh no… What am I gonna do?”
“It’s just a necklace, Lena. Don’t worry. You’re beautiful with or without it.”
“B-But… She bit her lip. “It isn’t just any necklace. It’s Mom’s birthday gift to me. It means a lot more
than just a necklace, and I promised her I’d wear it today. Not doing it just feels… You know, like I’ll hurt
her feelings.”
Brendan frowned. “I’ll get Sam to retrieve it for you.”
“Sending him back and forth will take too much time,” she replied, sounding contrite. “How could I be so
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmstupid? This is too important to forget, so why did I? Ohh… I just wanted to make Mom happy, but my
stupid self just keeps getting in the way!”
“Hey, don’t say that about yourself.” Brendan comforted her, pulling her into his arms and patting her
back. Charlene sniffled. “Is anyone home? Maybe they could deliver the necklace to me right on time.”
Brendan’s expression darkened for a moment. “There’s… Deirdre.”
“Oh.” Charlene’s expression froze. A defeated smile settled onto her lips. “It’s fine, then. I couldn’t
possibly make Miss McKinnon my delivery girl. You’re right, it’s just a necklace. It’s no biggie.”
Charlene sounded so ginger and meek that it made Brendan feel guilty. He thought about the things
Deirdre had done to Charlene-really, compared to the litany of trouble Deirdre had caused, delivering
Charlene’s necklace seemed downright trivial. What was the worst that could happen?
He told Charlene to wait for him and strolled inside the mansion to call Deirdre on the family phone.
The woman in question was still sleeping in her room, but the incessant ringing sound coming from the
living room woke her. She opened her eyes groggily and was instantly assaulted by an ache all over he
body, wincing and shuddering as a result.
God, it hurt everywhere.
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