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Chapter 845 Mr. Brighthall Wants It All to Himself
"How was I supposed to stay asleep after the racket you made? Besides, what are you making? Because something
is definitely burning." "Nothing." Brendan wore a self-conscious expression, not unlike a thief. In fact, he quickly put
the blame on Mrs. Engel. "It was Mrs. Engel! She forgot to turn off the stove before she left, and I smelled it burn.
It’s basically coal now."
Deirdre was skeptical. Mrs. Engel would never do something so careless." Oh, really? Or were you trying to play
chef again?"
Brendan knew his lie was coming apart in real-time, so he just told the truth. "Fine. I asked my mom for the recipe
for the chicken soup she made for you yesterday because you seem to like it. I thought maybe I should make one
for you every day. But... I didn't expect cooking to be so hard."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDeirdre was stunned. Amusement crept into her face. "Why are you so obsessed with something you're not cut out
to do?"
Brendan looked down, his eyes transfixed on her slightly plump lips. "It's not an obsession or anything. I just... want
to do more for you.”
Deirdre took a sharp breath and rolled her eyes. "You're doing more for me by not adding to my troubles, okay?"
She jostled him aside and headed toward the kitchen. "Are there any cooking ingredients left?" "Not much left."
Surprise flitted through Brendan’s eyes. "You're going to cook?" "What else am I gonna do after you make the
entire house smell like a fire department’s calling? Honestly, if you can't make it, don’t fake it!"
Though Deirdre's annoyance was plain to see, Brendan relished it.
Somehow, it dispelled every trouble in his mind. He threw his arms around Deirdre's waist from behind her and
grazed her neck with his lips. "I really wish we could live like this now and forever, Dee."
Deirdre froze. Then, she countered sharply, "How about you talk about this after you do something about
Charlene?"
She pushed out of his arms. "What else is left?"
Brendan scanned the lone slab of meat at the counter and answered, "We still have some chicken." "Chicken?"
"Yeap. And it will be delivered shortly." He pulled out his phone and called Sam. "Buy a chicken home within half an
hour."
Sam wailed to himself as the call ended. How was he supposed to get to the mansion within half an hour? Still, duty
compelled him to immediately make his way to the nearest market.
Deirdre shot an accusatory look at Brendan. So... he was not even going to hide the fact that he was lying now,
huh?
Brendan acted as though he did nothing wrong. "I'm just saying, we have the right ingredient to make some creamy
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmchicken mushroom soup."
Deirdre left him hanging. Lucky for her, cleaning up the kitchen was itself a perfect chore for someone to perform
when they wanted to pointedly ignore someone. Brendan helped a little, and half an hour later, Sam finally showed
up at the doorstep with Brendan’s chicken.
Brendan was displeased. "You're late." "Sir, I came from-" "Excuses."
Deirdre shot Brendan a look and decided to help Sam out of his pickle." Did you manage to grab something before
all this rush? If not, stay here for a bit. Once the chicken mushroom soup is done, you can have some too."
Sam, admittedly, missed Deirder’s cooking, so he nodded straight away. Before he could vocalize his intent, though,
Brendan suddenly interjected." No. He has work to do."
Sam froze. Work? When?
Brendan saw through his confusion and pressed on. "Have you found the mole, Sam? How did that person get hurt?
Has your investigation revealed
anything yet? I don’t pay you to enjoy life drinking chicken soup." "But..." Sam faltered. He realized it now-Mr.
Brighthall wanted the whole thing to himself. If he refused to play ball now, he would doom himself into joining
Brendan's hit list over a stupid bowl of soup.
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