Brendan showed up at the door, appearing rather tired. His sharp eyebrows were tightly furrowed and only relaxed ever so slightly at the sight of Deirdre having dinner quietly in the dining room. He walked over and placed the box in his hand on the table.

“Why are you having dinner so late?”

Deirdre ignored the man’s concerning inquiry and kept her head lowered to eat her meal.

Brendan paid no attention to her reaction and opened the box. “It’s a good time, though. Have a taste of the cake I bought you. I remember that you used to like this pastry shop’s cake in the past.”

He had waited in line for two hours. Otherwise, he would have returned earlier.

He picked up one of the cake slices and placed it on Deirdre’s plate.

She did not respond to that and got up after finishing her meal and headed upstairs.

“Deirdre?” Brendan furrowed his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to clutch the woman’s wrist. Before he could say, “What’s going on with you?” Deirdre caught him off guard