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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 249
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Chapter 249 Bought Him a Gift as Well

“I’ve never seen Ms. McKinnon being so lively. I believe that you will certainly be pleasantly surprised if

you see her perform one day. You want to give Ms. McKinnon a reason to live. I can see that Ms.

McKinnon loves to play the piano deeply. Just give her a chance to do that and perhaps it will become

the gleam of hope she needs to hang on to life.”

Brendan shifted his gaze to Maeve’s face, his expression emotional and his flawless, gorgeous face

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overwhelmed with complicated emotions at that very moment.

“So you’re implying that I should agree to her suggestion, right?”

Maeve smiled. “I’m only working for you, Mr. Brighthall. Other than performing my job with great effort,

there’s nothing else that I’m trying to do here. I’m only telling you what I can see, Mr. Brighthall.”

She adjusted the scarf she had wrapped around her body. “You stay here for the night, Mr. Brighthall.

I’ll sleep in the guestroom.”

Upon saying that, Maeve began to walk away. Then, she stopped halfway and said, ” Also, if you’re

free, do check the item in the bedside table drawer, Mr. Brighthall.”

Brendan was standing at the entrance when the door was shut, his gaze locked on Deirdre’s back as

he walked forward slowly.

The woman was breathing evenly at the moment, but her expression appeared restless. Her eyebrows

were furrowed, as if she was dreaming about something.

Brendan’s dark eyes were deathly still as he looked at her dreaming face.

He was used to Deirdre’s zombie–like calmness yet he had not expected that she would actually have

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a lively side to her.

‘It turns out that she has a dream too, and she wants other people’s recognition.‘

“I never knew that you loved to play the piano.”

Brendan smirked in a self–mocking manner, as he knew very little about Deirdre.

He had known that the woman loved him from the first time he had met her. She had stayed in the villa

for two years because of her love for him and had not left the house unless it had been necessary. She

had never inflicted herself on him or caused any trouble.

“I assumed that you were trying to leave this place and leave me. But how are you going to live a

peaceful life after leaving me?” He was trying to convince himself by