Chapter 1025 Brendan Isn't Home Yet?

"Now I know why an It Girl like you never got into any relationship. Few guys can compare to our handsome Mr. Brighthall over here," Ryker remarked before frowning a little. "But, uh, he's taken. They are even expecting a kid. Are you sure you want to get in between them like that?" Emily found the phrase "get in between" an affront to her ears. "He might have a woman and a kid, but that doesn't mean they're lovey-dovey with each other or something, right? If they love each other that much, then why aren't they married yet? Face it. He's only interested in the child. "Besides, even married couples get divorced all the time. I wouldn't think they are somehow an exception to the rule." Ryker had little opinion on the method Emily would stoop to, but he did have some other things to add. "Listen, Emily. Treat this as advice from a friend. You're an exceptional woman, but he's just not into you. Honestly, he might love his partner way more than you're willing to entertain." Emily had had enough. "Your work's done. Out." Ryker flashed her an unoffended smile. "Okay, but don't forget to give me what I want." "Yeah, yeah." Ryker left, and Nolan strode in. Emily studied Brendan with hunger gleaming in her eyes and instructed the young man, "Move him into our car and bring him to the nearest hotel." Nolan's eyes widened. "You're not thinking about…" He felt conflicted. Emily rolled her eyes. "I wish! Look at him though. Does this look like a guy who can even sit up in this state?" Well, too true. Nolan breathed a breath of relief and bent forward, helping the man over his shoulder to send him to a hotel. He set Brendan on a bed while Emily watched. It was her chance to admire how hot Brendan looked. Every second she spent admiring him confirmed her desire to marry him. "Time to go, Miss Collins." Despite the call, Emily was reluctant to leave. A thought took form in her mind, and she snuck into Brendan's arms and took a picture. Then, she rose and left. - "Miss McKinnon, time for dinner!" Mr. Engel called out, wiping her hand dry with a towel as she made her way out of the kitchen. Deirdre turned her attention away from outside and asked, "What time is it now?' "7:00 p.m." Deirdre turned on the TV. "I'm not hungry yet. Can we wait a little while longer?" "Oh. Okay." A few moments passed. Ophelia descended the stairs and found Deirdre alone on the sofa. "Where's Bren? He's not home yet?" Deirdre clenched her fists. "Maybe something is up on his side? Let's just wait for him for a little bit longer." "What could that even be?" Ophelia retorted, frowning. "They were supposed to meet up over your treatment. He wasn't in another city. The trip from his venue to here doesn't even require turns! How is it that I'm back here already while he's not? Look at the time! Could it be that he—" "Mom, please." Deirdre cut Ophelia short before the latter could finish her conjecture. She hung her head, her eyes flickering with doubt. "You're hungry, aren't you? We could start our dinner before him." Ophelia's lips parted, but she ultimately said nothing. Deirdre ordered Mrs. Engel to lay the food out on the table. As the former worked, she shot a glance outside and asked, "Is Mr. Brighthall not home yet?" "Uh… maybe something came up?" Deirdre answered. "Let's just ignore him for now. We could always reheat the food for him when he's back. Let's dig in a little now before we rest the night away." Mrs. Engel could feel something was amiss. "Uh… Alright." How could she not, when Brendan was not going to his office today, nor was he alone when he went out? He had left with Emily, and now, even as dusk crystallized into the night, neither of them was back.