Resent, Reject, Regret Chapter 854

The Wedding Invitation

Brendan and Charlene were getting married.

That was despite the fact that she was bearing Brendan’s child.

In other words, her pregnancy had done nothing to stop the man from loving another woman.

It was the kind of thing that would elicit disdain and jeers.

The only reason why they even showed Deirdre the most basic of decorum was that the father of her
child was Brendan himself.

"Oh, I see."

Deirdre exhaled a long breath.She did not feel as shaken as she thought she would be—perhaps she
had been anticipating this for that much time.

The only thing that she thought of—and so the only that caused any feelings—was what Brendan had
said before he left.

"You've always been in my heart." What an absurd joke he had made.

"Congratulations, I guess.And sorry, too, since I’m not yet fit to meet the world right now.I’m going to
have to skip your wedding."

She set the card on the table.

Charlene stared at Deirdre's face as though hoping she could catch a glimpse of jealousy from her
gorgeous features.



She chuckled.

"Can’t meet the world, or forbidden to?"

Deirdre’s eyes dimmed.

Charlene twitched the corner of her lip into a smile.

"I feel bad for you, Miss McKinnon.I really do.You’ve even managed to be pregnant with his child! But
even after I gave you so many chances, you still failed to make him love you.But don't worry! I have to
thank you for doing the job of childbirth for me, right? I'll take good care of that kid as Brendan’s wife in
the future.Pinky promise!"

She shoved the card back into Deirdre’s hand, turned on her heels, and left.

The maid quickly followed her to see her off.

Nobody seemed to think it was worth comforting Deirdre or asking if she was okay.

Deirdre could not stop thinking back to the past—the wedding she had planned.She had planned the
entire event meticulously.She had devoted her soul to it, and yet Brendan did not care about any of that
at all.

To him, it had felt like going through yet another ceremonial motion—even the part where he had
cradled her by the waist and called her "beloved" had been simply part of the show.

He had spent their wedding night cooped up in the room Charlene slept.

She had spent their wedding night awake, waiting for her husband, who never came.

One thing was for sure: Brendan had learned to be better at pretending.



Or maybe he had realized she had some utility after all.

Now, he could even manage to say "I love you" with so much faux sincerity that Deirdre was almost
fooled.

She chucked the card to the floor and went back upstairs.

Dinnertime came.

Madame Brighthall returned from outside, her face wrought with a mix of helplessness and fatigue.

A maid quickly approached her and asked, "Are you alright, Madame Brighthall? Here, have a tablet to
calm your mind a little."

She waved dismissively.

"Where's Dee?"

The maids exchanged glances.

"She’s upstairs."

"But it’s time for dinner. Why hasn't any of you notified her?"

"Well… we did. But Miss McKinnon’s probably not hungry. She said she wanted to sleep, and since
pregnant women are easily tired out, we decided to just leave it be."

Madame Brighthall sighed, her face ashen.

"If that’s what she wants, then let her be.We...The Brighthall family owes her too much.God, we owe
her too much."



The maid nodded and poured a glass of water.

Madame Brighthall sat on the couch, and suddenly her eyes caught a card left at the corner.She picked
it up and saw Brendan and Charli’s names in large, bright letters.Her heart skipped a beat.She leaped
to her feet.

The maid came in just in time when she yelled frantically, "What in tarnation is this!?"

The maids, of course, knew.

Panicked, one of them answered hesitantly, "It’s...uh, the invitation card to, um, Mr.Brighthall and Miss
McKinsey’s wedding..."

Madame Brighthall slammed the card on the table.

"Christ, I know what it is! Why can I possibly not know!? But where in h*l did it spring from? Did Dee
know about this! ?"The maids were too frightened to lie.Perturbed, one of them explained, "M-Miss
McKinnon knew, ma’am.It’s...It’s Miss McKinsey.S-She came to give the card to M-Miss McKinnon
personally—"

"She did what!?"

Madame Brighthall snapped, cutting the maid off in a sheer rage.

Her chest hurt, but she continued to snarl.

"Who the h*ll told any one of you to let that woman in!? Dee had no idea what happened! Doesn’t any
one of you know that!?"



Update Chapter 854 of Resent, Reject, Regret by Hauling
Treasures

With the author's famous Resent, Reject, Regret series authorName that makes readers fall in love
with every word, go to chapter Chapter 854 readers Immerse yourself in love anecdotes, mixed with
plot demons. Will the next chapters of the Resent, Reject, Regret series are available today.
Key: Resent, Reject, Regret Chapter 854


62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda