Chapter 808 Miss McKinnon and Mr. Brighthall Must Be Close

”Liar!” snarled Deirdre, scowling. She could not believe herself. Falling for another one of Brendan’s lies again!? She turned away from him and ignored him. Brendan locked his fingers into the spaces between hers and pressed his chest against her back. “Don’t be mad.” He breathed in her ears, his warm breath ticklish. “You’re hungry, aren’t you? I should make you some pasta.” “You?” Deirdre scoffed. With injuries like that, he could set the whole kitchen on fire from something as innocuous as making pasta. “I'd rather do it myself. Leave me be.” Brendan’s eyes trembled. A smile shadowed his lips. “Are you telling me you’re going to make a portion for me?” “How did you even come to that? I’m making pasta for myself. I ask you to leave because you’re getting in my way!” She shoved him aside and took some leafy vegetables from a clean, clear bag. Deirdre had spent quite some time in the kitchen shortly after she was married, so she knew its layouts and where everything was by ro