Deirdre's eyes relaxed. "Okay, fine then."

It seemed that yesterday was really a misunderstanding. Perhaps she had recalled that time because he had drunk too much.

For some reason, when Brendan thought of Deirdre's attitude, he felt a little flattered, and his eyes revealed a gleam of hope.

"Deirdre, don't you blame me?" He was cautious. After doing such an unforgivable thing, he thought he would never get Deirdre's response again.

When Deirdre came back to her senses, she was naturally upset with Brendan, but she was even more surprised by how out of control he was.

While Ophelia was going to the kitchen, she asked, "What were you thinking when you treated me like that on that day? Did your reason tell you to stop? Why did you treat me like that?" She tried to look at Brendan's expression, but her eyes teared up uncontrollably at that moment.

Brendan's handsome face turned pale as if Deidre had touched his sore spot. "I'm sorry."

Deirdre said urgently, "I don't want your apol