When Deirdre passed by, Brendan grabbed her arm abruptly.

"Where are you going?" He had drunk some alcohol today, so his head was aching slightly. He warned in a low voice, "Deirdre, don't make me angry."

Deirdre's teeth chattered as she looked up at him. "Make you angry? Are you going to hit me?"

These words made Brendan's face sour. He leaned close to her as if to coax her or to give in.

"Deirdre, how could I?"

Deirdre tilted her head to avoid his approaching lips. He reeked of alcohol, w