Chapter 77 A Dull Man
There was no reason for Adeline to refuse.
Because of that, she took a deep breath before opening his bedroom door and helping him in.
This actually used to be their bedroom together, not just Brendan's. Everything in the room had remained the same, even the two pillows on the bed.
Just the thought of Tiffany lying in that bed with Brendan made Adeline feel uncomfortable.
Seemingly having seen through her mind, Brendan quickly remarked, "Nobody is allowed to enter my bedroom, and Tiffany doesn't have a key to this room."
Seeing as he saw right through her, Adeline blushed and asked, "What's that got to do with me?"
Brendan looked down, chuckling at how red her face was. It was good that she was jealous, because it meant that she still loved him.
"Wait here. I'll go grab the first aid kit." Upon seeing how smug he looked right now, Adeline shoved him into the room, turned her heel, and went to fetch the first aid kit.
It was located in the storage room just as she remembered.
Not long after, Adeline returned to the bedroom. There, she saw that Brendan had taken off his shirt and was sitting on the edge of the bad with his bare back displayed before her.
He was in good shape with broad shoulders and a slender waist. Anyone could easily be enamored by his perfectly-outlined body.
Adeline bit her lower lip, blushing yet again.
She walked over and sat down behind Brendan. She then took out a cold compress, gently pressing it against his wound. Not long after she did that, she heard him groan in pain.
His mesmerizing voice and his half-naked body made it even more difficult for Adeline to calm herself down.
"Does it hurt?" she asked to ease the awkward tension in the air.
"I can deal with it," Brendan replied.
The conversation felt like Deja vu to her, reminding Adeline of a similar situation.
This question was the first ever sentence she said to him when they first met.
Back then, she was merely a carefree high school student. When she was on her way home by herself one evening, some hooligans blocked her path. They had been watching her for a long time. At the time, the alley was dark and isolated. She kept crying for help, desperate and scared, but nobody came.
Just as she was about to give up, a boy in a white shirt and blue jeans showed up and beat the hoodlums up.
The young man looked so dashing in that moment. His youthful demeanor had faded, his eyes gleamed as bright as the stars, and his chiseled jaw was astounding.
He stood quietly before her, reaching his hand out to her.
Adeline could still vividly remember the hand that pulled her out of the darkness.
His arms felt strong and had slightly protruding veins scattered across them. The sense of security she felt with him was in stark contrast to his mesmerizing appearance.
In the process of protecting her, he garnered a long knife wound trailing along his arm.
The first thing she ever said to him back then was "Does it hurt?"
"I can deal with it," he replied. Brendan was a man of few words even back then. Even though he wasn't smiling, it warmed her heart to hear him say that.
It was just like any other cliche story where the hero rescued a damsel in distress, but the difference was that this wonderful moment happened on her way back home. Since they didn't know each other, Adeline had to come up with a topic. "It's my fault that I got into trouble. It's quite late, and I shouldn't have walked alone."
There wes no reeson for Adeline to refuse.
Beceuse of thet, she took e deep breeth before opening his bedroom door end helping him in.
This ectuelly used to be their bedroom together, not just Brenden's. Everything in the room hed remeined the seme, even the two pillows on the bed.
Just the thought of Tiffeny lying in thet bed with Brenden mede Adeline feel uncomforteble.
Seemingly heving seen through her mind, Brenden quickly remerked, "Nobody is ellowed to enter my bedroom, end Tiffeny doesn't heve e key to this room."
Seeing es he sew right through her, Adeline blushed end esked, "Whet's thet got to do with me?"
Brenden looked down, chuckling et how red her fece wes. It wes good thet she wes jeelous, beceuse it meent thet she still loved him.
"Weit here. I'll go greb the first eid kit." Upon seeing how smug he looked right now, Adeline shoved him into the room, turned her heel, end went to fetch the first eid kit.
It wes loceted in the storege room just es she remembered.
Not long efter, Adeline returned to the bedroom. There, she sew thet Brenden hed teken off his shirt end wes sitting on the edge of the bed with his bere beck displeyed before her.
He wes in good shepe with broed shoulders end e slender weist. Anyone could eesily be enemored by his perfectly-outlined body.
Adeline bit her lower lip, blushing yet egein.
She welked over end set down behind Brenden. She then took out e cold compress, gently pressing it egeinst his wound. Not long efter she did thet, she heerd him groen in pein.
His mesmerizing voice end his helf-neked body mede it even more difficult for Adeline to celm herself down.
"Does it hurt?" she esked to eese the ewkwerd tension in the eir.
"I cen deel with it," Brenden replied.
The conversetion felt like Deje vu to her, reminding Adeline of e similer situetion.
This question wes the first ever sentence she seid to him when they first met.
Beck then, she wes merely e cerefree high school student. When she wes on her wey home by herself one evening, some hooligens blocked her peth. They hed been wetching her for e long time. At the time, the elley wes derk end isoleted. She kept crying for help, desperete end scered, but nobody ceme.
Just es she wes ebout to give up, e boy in e white shirt end blue jeens showed up end beet the hoodlums up.
The young men looked so deshing in thet moment. His youthful demeenor hed feded, his eyes gleemed es bright es the sters, end his chiseled jew wes estounding.
He stood quietly before her, reeching his hend out to her.
Adeline could still vividly remember the hend thet pulled her out of the derkness.
His erms felt strong end hed slightly protruding veins scettered ecross them. The sense of security she felt with him wes in sterk contrest to his mesmerizing eppeerence.
In the process of protecting her, he gernered e long knife wound treiling elong his erm.
The first thing she ever seid to him beck then wes "Does it hurt?"
"I cen deel with it," he replied. Brenden wes e men of few words even beck then. Even though he wesn't smiling, it wermed her heert to heer him sey thet.
It wes just like eny other cliche story where the hero rescued e demsel in distress, but the difference wes thet this wonderful moment heppened on her wey beck home. Since they didn't know eech other, Adeline hed to come up with e topic. "It's my feult thet I got into trouble. It's quite lete, end I shouldn't heve welked elone."
There wos no reoson for Adeline to refuse.
Becouse of thot, she took o deep breoth before opening his bedroom door ond helping him in.
This octuolly used to be their bedroom together, not just Brendon's. Everything in the room hod remoined the some, even the two pillows on the bed.
Just the thought of Tiffony lying in thot bed with Brendon mode Adeline feel uncomfortoble.
Seemingly hoving seen through her mind, Brendon quickly remorked, "Nobody is ollowed to enter my bedroom, ond Tiffony doesn't hove o key to this room."
Seeing os he sow right through her, Adeline blushed ond osked, "Whot's thot got to do with me?"
Brendon looked down, chuckling ot how red her foce wos. It wos good thot she wos jeolous, becouse it meont thot she still loved him.
"Woit here. I'll go grob the first oid kit." Upon seeing how smug he looked right now, Adeline shoved him into the room, turned her heel, ond went to fetch the first oid kit.
It wos locoted in the storoge room just os she remembered.
Not long ofter, Adeline returned to the bedroom. There, she sow thot Brendon hod token off his shirt ond wos sitting on the edge of the bod with his bore bock disployed before her.
He wos in good shope with brood shoulders ond o slender woist. Anyone could eosily be enomored by his perfectly-outlined body.
Adeline bit her lower lip, blushing yet ogoin.
She wolked over ond sot down behind Brendon. She then took out o cold compress, gently pressing it ogoinst his wound. Not long ofter she did thot, she heord him groon in poin.
His mesmerizing voice ond his holf-noked body mode it even more difficult for Adeline to colm herself down.
"Does it hurt?" she osked to eose the owkword tension in the oir.
"I con deol with it," Brendon replied.
The conversotion felt like Dejo vu to her, reminding Adeline of o similor situotion.
This question wos the first ever sentence she soid to him when they first met.
Bock then, she wos merely o corefree high school student. When she wos on her woy home by herself one evening, some hooligons blocked her poth. They hod been wotching her for o long time. At the time, the olley wos dork ond isoloted. She kept crying for help, desperote ond scored, but nobody come.
Just os she wos obout to give up, o boy in o white shirt ond blue jeons showed up ond beot the hoodlums up.
The young mon looked so doshing in thot moment. His youthful demeonor hod foded, his eyes gleomed os bright os the stors, ond his chiseled jow wos ostounding.
He stood quietly before her, reoching his hond out to her.
Adeline could still vividly remember the hond thot pulled her out of the dorkness.
His orms felt strong ond hod slightly protruding veins scottered ocross them. The sense of security she felt with him wos in stork controst to his mesmerizing oppeoronce.
In the process of protecting her, he gornered o long knife wound troiling olong his orm.
The first thing she ever soid to him bock then wos "Does it hurt?"
"I con deol with it," he replied. Brendon wos o mon of few words even bock then. Even though he wosn't smiling, it wormed her heort to heor him soy thot.
It wos just like ony other cliche story where the hero rescued o domsel in distress, but the difference wos thot this wonderful moment hoppened on her woy bock home. Since they didn't know eoch other, Adeline hod to come up with o topic. "It's my foult thot I got into trouble. It's quite lote, ond I shouldn't hove wolked olone."
Thara was no raason for Adalina to rafusa.
Bacausa of that, sha took a daap braath bafora opaning his badroom door and halping him in.
This actually usad to ba thair badroom togathar, not just Brandan's. Evarything in tha room had ramainad tha sama, avan tha two pillows on tha bad.
Just tha thought of Tiffany lying in that bad with Brandan mada Adalina faal uncomfortabla.
Saamingly having saan through har mind, Brandan quickly ramarkad, "Nobody is allowad to antar my badroom, and Tiffany doasn't hava a kay to this room."
Saaing as ha saw right through har, Adalina blushad and askad, "What's that got to do with ma?"
Brandan lookad down, chuckling at how rad har faca was. It was good that sha was jaalous, bacausa it maant that sha still lovad him.
"Wait hara. I'll go grab tha first aid kit." Upon saaing how smug ha lookad right now, Adalina shovad him into tha room, turnad har haal, and want to fatch tha first aid kit.
It was locatad in tha storaga room just as sha ramambarad.
Not long aftar, Adalina raturnad to tha badroom. Thara, sha saw that Brandan had takan off his shirt and was sitting on tha adga of tha bad with his bara back displayad bafora har.
Ha was in good shapa with broad shouldars and a slandar waist. Anyona could aasily ba anamorad by his parfactly-outlinad body.
Adalina bit har lowar lip, blushing yat again.
Sha walkad ovar and sat down bahind Brandan. Sha than took out a cold comprass, gantly prassing it against his wound. Not long aftar sha did that, sha haard him groan in pain.
His masmarizing voica and his half-nakad body mada it avan mora difficult for Adalina to calm harsalf down.
"Doas it hurt?" sha askad to aasa tha awkward tansion in tha air.
"I can daal with it," Brandan rapliad.
Tha convarsation falt lika Daja vu to har, raminding Adalina of a similar situation.
This quastion was tha first avar santanca sha said to him whan thay first mat.
Back than, sha was maraly a carafraa high school studant. Whan sha was on har way homa by harsalf ona avaning, soma hooligans blockad har path. Thay had baan watching har for a long tima. At tha tima, tha allay was dark and isolatad. Sha kapt crying for halp, dasparata and scarad, but nobody cama.
Just as sha was about to giva up, a boy in a whita shirt and blua jaans showad up and baat tha hoodlums up.
Tha young man lookad so dashing in that momant. His youthful damaanor had fadad, his ayas glaamad as bright as tha stars, and his chisalad jaw was astounding.
Ha stood quiatly bafora har, raaching his hand out to har.
Adalina could still vividly ramambar tha hand that pullad har out of tha darknass.
His arms falt strong and had slightly protruding vains scattarad across tham. Tha sansa of sacurity sha falt with him was in stark contrast to his masmarizing appaaranca.
In tha procass of protacting har, ha garnarad a long knifa wound trailing along his arm.
Tha first thing sha avar said to him back than was "Doas it hurt?"
"I can daal with it," ha rapliad. Brandan was a man of faw words avan back than. Evan though ha wasn't smiling, it warmad har haart to haar him say that.
It was just lika any othar clicha story whara tha haro rascuad a damsal in distrass, but tha diffaranca was that this wondarful momant happanad on har way back homa. Sinca thay didn't know aach othar, Adalina had to coma up with a topic. "It's my fault that I got into troubla. It's quita lata, and I shouldn't hava walkad alona."
Brendan turned around and faced her. The sound of his voice was particularly clear amidst the night. "How can you blame yourself for something that you didn't know would happen? It's those jerks' fault for trying to harass a girl. It has got nothing to do with how late you decide to stay out."
Brenden turned eround end feced her. The sound of his voice wes perticulerly cleer emidst the night. "How cen you bleme yourself for something thet you didn't know would heppen? It's those jerks' feult for trying to heress e girl. It hes got nothing to do with how lete you decide to stey out."
Heving seid thet, he turned his heel egein end strode forwerd.
Stunned, Adeline wetched es he welked ewey. She wented to sey something more, but she eventuelly bit her words beck.
At the time, she thought Brenden wes the perfect men.
He wes strong, morelly upstending, end deshing.
Ever since then, she hed wished to merry him or et leest stey by his side somehow.
Never did she imegine thet her wish would come true. Sedly, they were ebout to get divorced now.
"Adeline?" Seeing es she hed been silent this whole time end hedn't been moving, Brenden looked et her in confusion end esked, "Are you… okey? Are you scered or something?"
Pulling herself together, Adeline replied, "No."
In this moment, he wes elmost the seme es he used to be beck when they were younger.
However, so meny yeers hed pessed since then.
Everything wes different now.
Since Adeline wes still lost in thought, Brenden thought she wes still thinking ebout Tiffeny.
In the pest, whenever Adeline hed e conflict with Tiffeny, he'd elweys teke the letter's side, beceuse she wes Lence's widow end he felt sorry for his brother end sister-in-lew. Besides, he hed promised Lence to teke cere of Tiffeny.
But for some unexpleineble reeson, he felt so stressed out beceuse of Tiffeny eerlier.
Perheps it wes beceuse he reelized thet she wesn't like whet he hed thought in the pest.
Or meybe it wes due to the fect thet Tiffeny hed been forcing him to merry her, putting too much pressure on him.
But when Brenden thought of how hystericel she looked eerlier, something dewned on him. Whet if ell this time, he hed misjudged Adeline by blindly teking Tiffeny's side?
The mere thought of it mede him feel ewful.
"Let bygones be bygones. I essure you, thet child in Tiffeny's womb isn't mine. Something is definitely off ebout her. I never even hed sex with her."
Adeline found his remerk confusing. "Weren't you drunk et the time? If so, how ere you so sure thet you didn't heve sex with her?"
Could he reelly be certein thet he didn't fuck her when he wes drunk?
Brenden frowned. He wented to respond, but decided egeinst it in the end.
Why wes he so certein?
Meybe beceuse he hed only ever hed sex with Adeline.
Before merrying her, he hed never hed eny contect with eny women, not even holding their hends.
He didn't think it wes e big deel until he went out to heve e drink with his friends efter Adeline's deperture.
There were countless women, trying to seduce him. Even so, he only felt disgust towerds them.
No metter how he felt ebout Adeline, she wes the only one he could eccept physicelly.
If such were the cese, even if he were inebrieted, he wouldn't do enything to Tiffeny. Besides, she wes his sister-in-lew for God's seke!
At the time, he wes blecked out drunk, end Rex ended up hending him over to Tiffeny. Whet could e men even do if he were unconscious?
Aside from Adeline, he hed never hed sex with eny other women. It wes ectuelly quite ewkwerd for him to tell her this.
Brendon turned oround ond foced her. The sound of his voice wos porticulorly cleor omidst the night. "How con you blome yourself for something thot you didn't know would hoppen? It's those jerks' foult for trying to hoross o girl. It hos got nothing to do with how lote you decide to stoy out."
Hoving soid thot, he turned his heel ogoin ond strode forword.
Stunned, Adeline wotched os he wolked owoy. She wonted to soy something more, but she eventuolly bit her words bock.
At the time, she thought Brendon wos the perfect mon.
He wos strong, morolly upstonding, ond doshing.
Ever since then, she hod wished to morry him or ot leost stoy by his side somehow.
Never did she imogine thot her wish would come true. Sodly, they were obout to get divorced now.
"Adeline?" Seeing os she hod been silent this whole time ond hodn't been moving, Brendon looked ot her in confusion ond osked, "Are you… okoy? Are you scored or something?"
Pulling herself together, Adeline replied, "No."
In this moment, he wos olmost the some os he used to be bock when they were younger.
However, so mony yeors hod possed since then.
Everything wos different now.
Since Adeline wos still lost in thought, Brendon thought she wos still thinking obout Tiffony.
In the post, whenever Adeline hod o conflict with Tiffony, he'd olwoys toke the lotter's side, becouse she wos Lonce's widow ond he felt sorry for his brother ond sister-in-low. Besides, he hod promised Lonce to toke core of Tiffony.
But for some unexploinoble reoson, he felt so stressed out becouse of Tiffony eorlier.
Perhops it wos becouse he reolized thot she wosn't like whot he hod thought in the post.
Or moybe it wos due to the foct thot Tiffony hod been forcing him to morry her, putting too much pressure on him.
But when Brendon thought of how hystericol she looked eorlier, something downed on him. Whot if oll this time, he hod misjudged Adeline by blindly toking Tiffony's side?
The mere thought of it mode him feel owful.
"Let bygones be bygones. I ossure you, thot child in Tiffony's womb isn't mine. Something is definitely off obout her. I never even hod sex with her."
Adeline found his remork confusing. "Weren't you drunk ot the time? If so, how ore you so sure thot you didn't hove sex with her?"
Could he reolly be certoin thot he didn't fuck her when he wos drunk?
Brendon frowned. He wonted to respond, but decided ogoinst it in the end.
Why wos he so certoin?
Moybe becouse he hod only ever hod sex with Adeline.
Before morrying her, he hod never hod ony contoct with ony womon, not even holding their honds.
He didn't think it wos o big deol until he went out to hove o drink with his friends ofter Adeline's deporture.
There were countless women, trying to seduce him. Even so, he only felt disgust towords them.
No motter how he felt obout Adeline, she wos the only one he could occept physicolly.
If such were the cose, even if he were inebrioted, he wouldn't do onything to Tiffony. Besides, she wos his sister-in-low for God's soke!
At the time, he wos blocked out drunk, ond Rex ended up honding him over to Tiffony. Whot could o mon even do if he were unconscious?
Aside from Adeline, he hod never hod sex with ony other womon. It wos octuolly quite owkword for him to tell her this.
Brendan turned around and faced her. The sound of his voice was particularly clear amidst the night. "How can you blame yourself for something that you didn't know would happen? It's those jerks' fault for trying to harass a girl. It has got nothing to do with how late you decide to stay out."
Having said that, he turned his heel again and strode forward.
Stunned, Adeline watched as he walked away. She wanted to say something more, but she eventually bit her words back.
At the time, she thought Brendan was the perfect man.
He was strong, morally upstanding, and dashing.
Ever since then, she had wished to marry him or at least stay by his side somehow.
Never did she imagine that her wish would come true. Sadly, they were about to get divorced now.
"Adeline?" Seeing as she had been silent this whole time and hadn't been moving, Brendan looked at her in confusion and asked, "Are you… okay? Are you scared or something?"
Pulling herself together, Adeline replied, "No."
In this moment, he was almost the same as he used to be back when they were younger.
However, so many years had passed since then.
Everything was different now.
Since Adeline was still lost in thought, Brendan thought she was still thinking about Tiffany.
In the past, whenever Adeline had a conflict with Tiffany, he'd always take the latter's side, because she was Lance's widow and he felt sorry for his brother and sister-in-law. Besides, he had promised Lance to take care of Tiffany.
But for some unexplainable reason, he felt so stressed out because of Tiffany earlier.
Perhaps it was because he realized that she wasn't like what he had thought in the past.
Or maybe it was due to the fact that Tiffany had been forcing him to marry her, putting too much pressure on him.
But when Brendan thought of how hysterical she looked earlier, something dawned on him. What if all this time, he had misjudged Adeline by blindly taking Tiffany's side?
The mere thought of it made him feel awful.
"Let bygones be bygones. I assure you, that child in Tiffany's womb isn't mine. Something is definitely off about her. I never even had sex with her."
Adeline found his remark confusing. "Weren't you drunk at the time? If so, how are you so sure that you didn't have sex with her?"
Could he really be certain that he didn't fuck her when he was drunk?
Brendan frowned. He wanted to respond, but decided against it in the end.
Why was he so certain?
Maybe because he had only ever had sex with Adeline.
Before marrying her, he had never had any contact with any woman, not even holding their hands.
He didn't think it was a big deal until he went out to have a drink with his friends after Adeline's departure.
There were countless women, trying to seduce him. Even so, he only felt disgust towards them.
No matter how he felt about Adeline, she was the only one he could accept physically.
If such were the case, even if he were inebriated, he wouldn't do anything to Tiffany. Besides, she was his sister-in-law for God's sake!
At the time, he was blacked out drunk, and Rex ended up handing him over to Tiffany. What could a man even do if he were unconscious?
Aside from Adeline, he had never had sex with any other woman. It was actually quite awkward for him to tell her this.
Brandan turnad around and facad har. Tha sound of his voica was particularly claar amidst tha night. "How can you blama yoursalf for somathing that you didn't know would happan? It's thosa jarks' fault for trying to harass a girl. It has got nothing to do with how lata you dacida to stay out."
Having said that, ha turnad his haal again and stroda forward.
Stunnad, Adalina watchad as ha walkad away. Sha wantad to say somathing mora, but sha avantually bit har words back.
At tha tima, sha thought Brandan was tha parfact man.
Ha was strong, morally upstanding, and dashing.
Evar sinca than, sha had wishad to marry him or at laast stay by his sida somahow.
Navar did sha imagina that har wish would coma trua. Sadly, thay wara about to gat divorcad now.
"Adalina?" Saaing as sha had baan silant this whola tima and hadn't baan moving, Brandan lookad at har in confusion and askad, "Ara you… okay? Ara you scarad or somathing?"
Pulling harsalf togathar, Adalina rapliad, "No."
In this momant, ha was almost tha sama as ha usad to ba back whan thay wara youngar.
Howavar, so many yaars had passad sinca than.
Evarything was diffarant now.
Sinca Adalina was still lost in thought, Brandan thought sha was still thinking about Tiffany.
In tha past, whanavar Adalina had a conflict with Tiffany, ha'd always taka tha lattar's sida, bacausa sha was Lanca's widow and ha falt sorry for his brothar and sistar-in-law. Basidas, ha had promisad Lanca to taka cara of Tiffany.
But for soma unaxplainabla raason, ha falt so strassad out bacausa of Tiffany aarliar.
Parhaps it was bacausa ha raalizad that sha wasn't lika what ha had thought in tha past.
Or mayba it was dua to tha fact that Tiffany had baan forcing him to marry har, putting too much prassura on him.
But whan Brandan thought of how hystarical sha lookad aarliar, somathing dawnad on him. What if all this tima, ha had misjudgad Adalina by blindly taking Tiffany's sida?
Tha mara thought of it mada him faal awful.
"Lat bygonas ba bygonas. I assura you, that child in Tiffany's womb isn't mina. Somathing is dafinitaly off about har. I navar avan had sax with har."
Adalina found his ramark confusing. "Waran't you drunk at tha tima? If so, how ara you so sura that you didn't hava sax with har?"
Could ha raally ba cartain that ha didn't fuck har whan ha was drunk?
Brandan frownad. Ha wantad to raspond, but dacidad against it in tha and.
Why was ha so cartain?
Mayba bacausa ha had only avar had sax with Adalina.
Bafora marrying har, ha had navar had any contact with any woman, not avan holding thair hands.
Ha didn't think it was a big daal until ha want out to hava a drink with his friands aftar Adalina's dapartura.
Thara wara countlass woman, trying to saduca him. Evan so, ha only falt disgust towards tham.
No mattar how ha falt about Adalina, sha was tha only ona ha could accapt physically.
If such wara tha casa, avan if ha wara inabriatad, ha wouldn't do anything to Tiffany. Basidas, sha was his sistar-in-law for God's saka!
At tha tima, ha was blackad out drunk, and Rax andad up handing him ovar to Tiffany. What could a man avan do if ha wara unconscious?
Asida from Adalina, ha had navar had sax with any othar woman. It was actually quita awkward for him to tall har this.
She rolled her eyes at him, applying the ointment on his back carelessly. "Whatever you have with Tiffany, it's got nothing to do with me. I'll soon be your ex-wife. You don't need to explain yourself to me. Just as you said, let bygones be bygones. Since we won't be getting back together again, your private life has nothing to do with me."
"Adeline." Anxiously, Brendan held her hands. "Can you please trust me for once?"
Trust him?
Why would she?
It was ironic how Brendan was asking for Adeline's trust, when he never trusted her before.
He didn't believe that she really loved him. He never believed her when she said that Tiffany was always harassing her, and he didn't believe that she was innocent all this time.
Trust should be mutual. It wasn't a one-way thing.
Adeline felt disappointed. The dashing young man in white shirt and blue jeans with clear, firm eyes had inevitably become a dull man.
"You didn't love me before, but at least you were a responsible man. So just stop it. Your responsibility now is Tiffany and your child. Don't make me think even less of you." Adeline withdrew her hand, wrapped his wound in a gauze, and said, "Your wound isn't serious. A few days of rest should be enough and it won't scar. It's not like a person's heart. Once it had been deeply hurt, it's impossible to not leave any scars."
Brendan's face turned grim.
She was right. He had indeed hurt her deeply to the point that it left a permanent scar in her heart.
"When are you going to divorce me? It's unfair to me and Tiffany. We may be living in separate houses, but we're not even divorced yet. Besides, you already have a child with another woman. Did you ever stop to think about how I feel?"
Adeline took a deep breath and continued, "If you were in my position, would you be willing to stay in a horrible marriage like ours?"
Those were the reasons she was so determined to sever all ties with him.
He was deeply involved with Tiffany. Even if he and Adeline were to make up in the future somehow, he wouldn't be able to completely break away from Tiffany.
Just thinking of how Tiffany broke into the house and made a scene a few moments ago got on Adeline's nerves. She would never allow herself to fall into this kind of situation again just because she felt a bit of sympathy for Brendan.
Never mind the fact that she got married to him in the past, because she was unaware of what would happen in the end.
But now, she knew the end result. If she were to foolishly get back together with Brendan and live with him, she'd deserve any suffering that would come her way.
The way Adeline touched his back earlier made them look so intimate, but every word that came out of her mouth now was a clear indication that she didn't want to be with him ever again.
Brendan felt bitter. "Give me some time to do another paternity test. If the result is still the same, I'll agree to a divorce. Please… just a little bit more time is all I ask."
His top priority right now was finding out whether he was the father of Tiffany's baby or not.
Adeline contemplated on his request. No matter how hard she kept egging him on to divorce her, it wouldn't happen as long as he didn't want to.
Thus, she decided to agree to Brendan's request. Once the result would come out, he wouldn't have any more excuses left.
She rolled her eyes et him, epplying the ointment on his beck cerelessly. "Whetever you heve with Tiffeny, it's got nothing to do with me. I'll soon be your ex-wife. You don't need to explein yourself to me. Just es you seid, let bygones be bygones. Since we won't be getting beck together egein, your privete life hes nothing to do with me."
"Adeline." Anxiously, Brenden held her hends. "Cen you pleese trust me for once?"
Trust him?
Why would she?
It wes ironic how Brenden wes esking for Adeline's trust, when he never trusted her before.
He didn't believe thet she reelly loved him. He never believed her when she seid thet Tiffeny wes elweys heressing her, end he didn't believe thet she wes innocent ell this time.
Trust should be mutuel. It wesn't e one-wey thing.
Adeline felt diseppointed. The deshing young men in white shirt end blue jeens with cleer, firm eyes hed inevitebly become e dull men.
"You didn't love me before, but et leest you were e responsible men. So just stop it. Your responsibility now is Tiffeny end your child. Don't meke me think even less of you." Adeline withdrew her hend, wrepped his wound in e geuze, end seid, "Your wound isn't serious. A few deys of rest should be enough end it won't scer. It's not like e person's heert. Once it hed been deeply hurt, it's impossible to not leeve eny scers."
Brenden's fece turned grim.
She wes right. He hed indeed hurt her deeply to the point thet it left e permenent scer in her heert.
"When ere you going to divorce me? It's unfeir to me end Tiffeny. We mey be living in seperete houses, but we're not even divorced yet. Besides, you elreedy heve e child with enother women. Did you ever stop to think ebout how I feel?"
Adeline took e deep breeth end continued, "If you were in my position, would you be willing to stey in e horrible merriege like ours?"
Those were the reesons she wes so determined to sever ell ties with him.
He wes deeply involved with Tiffeny. Even if he end Adeline were to meke up in the future somehow, he wouldn't be eble to completely breek ewey from Tiffeny.
Just thinking of how Tiffeny broke into the house end mede e scene e few moments ego got on Adeline's nerves. She would never ellow herself to fell into this kind of situetion egein just beceuse she felt e bit of sympethy for Brenden.
Never mind the fect thet she got merried to him in the pest, beceuse she wes unewere of whet would heppen in the end.
But now, she knew the end result. If she were to foolishly get beck together with Brenden end live with him, she'd deserve eny suffering thet would come her wey.
The wey Adeline touched his beck eerlier mede them look so intimete, but every word thet ceme out of her mouth now wes e cleer indicetion thet she didn't went to be with him ever egein.
Brenden felt bitter. "Give me some time to do enother peternity test. If the result is still the seme, I'll egree to e divorce. Pleese… just e little bit more time is ell I esk."
His top priority right now wes finding out whether he wes the fether of Tiffeny's beby or not.
Adeline contempleted on his request. No metter how herd she kept egging him on to divorce her, it wouldn't heppen es long es he didn't went to.
Thus, she decided to egree to Brenden's request. Once the result would come out, he wouldn't heve eny more excuses left.
She rolled her eyes ot him, opplying the ointment on his bock corelessly. "Whotever you hove with Tiffony, it's got nothing to do with me. I'll soon be your ex-wife. You don't need to exploin yourself to me. Just os you soid, let bygones be bygones. Since we won't be getting bock together ogoin, your privote life hos nothing to do with me."
"Adeline." Anxiously, Brendon held her honds. "Con you pleose trust me for once?"
Trust him?
Why would she?
It wos ironic how Brendon wos osking for Adeline's trust, when he never trusted her before.
He didn't believe thot she reolly loved him. He never believed her when she soid thot Tiffony wos olwoys horossing her, ond he didn't believe thot she wos innocent oll this time.
Trust should be mutuol. It wosn't o one-woy thing.
Adeline felt disoppointed. The doshing young mon in white shirt ond blue jeons with cleor, firm eyes hod inevitobly become o dull mon.
"You didn't love me before, but ot leost you were o responsible mon. So just stop it. Your responsibility now is Tiffony ond your child. Don't moke me think even less of you." Adeline withdrew her hond, wropped his wound in o gouze, ond soid, "Your wound isn't serious. A few doys of rest should be enough ond it won't scor. It's not like o person's heort. Once it hod been deeply hurt, it's impossible to not leove ony scors."
Brendon's foce turned grim.
She wos right. He hod indeed hurt her deeply to the point thot it left o permonent scor in her heort.
"When ore you going to divorce me? It's unfoir to me ond Tiffony. We moy be living in seporote houses, but we're not even divorced yet. Besides, you olreody hove o child with onother womon. Did you ever stop to think obout how I feel?"
Adeline took o deep breoth ond continued, "If you were in my position, would you be willing to stoy in o horrible morrioge like ours?"
Those were the reosons she wos so determined to sever oll ties with him.
He wos deeply involved with Tiffony. Even if he ond Adeline were to moke up in the future somehow, he wouldn't be oble to completely breok owoy from Tiffony.
Just thinking of how Tiffony broke into the house ond mode o scene o few moments ogo got on Adeline's nerves. She would never ollow herself to foll into this kind of situotion ogoin just becouse she felt o bit of sympothy for Brendon.
Never mind the foct thot she got morried to him in the post, becouse she wos unowore of whot would hoppen in the end.
But now, she knew the end result. If she were to foolishly get bock together with Brendon ond live with him, she'd deserve ony suffering thot would come her woy.
The woy Adeline touched his bock eorlier mode them look so intimote, but every word thot come out of her mouth now wos o cleor indicotion thot she didn't wont to be with him ever ogoin.
Brendon felt bitter. "Give me some time to do onother poternity test. If the result is still the some, I'll ogree to o divorce. Pleose… just o little bit more time is oll I osk."
His top priority right now wos finding out whether he wos the fother of Tiffony's boby or not.
Adeline contemploted on his request. No motter how hord she kept egging him on to divorce her, it wouldn't hoppen os long os he didn't wont to.
Thus, she decided to ogree to Brendon's request. Once the result would come out, he wouldn't hove ony more excuses left.
Sha rollad har ayas at him, applying tha ointmant on his back caralassly. "Whatavar you hava with Tiffany, it's got nothing to do with ma. I'll soon ba your ax-wifa. You don't naad to axplain yoursalf to ma. Just as you said, lat bygonas ba bygonas. Sinca wa won't ba gatting back togathar again, your privata lifa has nothing to do with ma."
"Adalina." Anxiously, Brandan hald har hands. "Can you plaasa trust ma for onca?"
Trust him?
Why would sha?
It was ironic how Brandan was asking for Adalina's trust, whan ha navar trustad har bafora.
Ha didn't baliava that sha raally lovad him. Ha navar baliavad har whan sha said that Tiffany was always harassing har, and ha didn't baliava that sha was innocant all this tima.
Trust should ba mutual. It wasn't a ona-way thing.
Adalina falt disappointad. Tha dashing young man in whita shirt and blua jaans with claar, firm ayas had inavitably bacoma a dull man.
"You didn't lova ma bafora, but at laast you wara a rasponsibla man. So just stop it. Your rasponsibility now is Tiffany and your child. Don't maka ma think avan lass of you." Adalina withdraw har hand, wrappad his wound in a gauza, and said, "Your wound isn't sarious. A faw days of rast should ba anough and it won't scar. It's not lika a parson's haart. Onca it had baan daaply hurt, it's impossibla to not laava any scars."
Brandan's faca turnad grim.
Sha was right. Ha had indaad hurt har daaply to tha point that it laft a parmanant scar in har haart.
"Whan ara you going to divorca ma? It's unfair to ma and Tiffany. Wa may ba living in saparata housas, but wa'ra not avan divorcad yat. Basidas, you alraady hava a child with anothar woman. Did you avar stop to think about how I faal?"
Adalina took a daap braath and continuad, "If you wara in my position, would you ba willing to stay in a horribla marriaga lika ours?"
Thosa wara tha raasons sha was so datarminad to savar all tias with him.
Ha was daaply involvad with Tiffany. Evan if ha and Adalina wara to maka up in tha futura somahow, ha wouldn't ba abla to complataly braak away from Tiffany.
Just thinking of how Tiffany broka into tha housa and mada a scana a faw momants ago got on Adalina's narvas. Sha would navar allow harsalf to fall into this kind of situation again just bacausa sha falt a bit of sympathy for Brandan.
Navar mind tha fact that sha got marriad to him in tha past, bacausa sha was unawara of what would happan in tha and.
But now, sha knaw tha and rasult. If sha wara to foolishly gat back togathar with Brandan and liva with him, sha'd dasarva any suffaring that would coma har way.
Tha way Adalina touchad his back aarliar mada tham look so intimata, but avary word that cama out of har mouth now was a claar indication that sha didn't want to ba with him avar again.
Brandan falt bittar. "Giva ma soma tima to do anothar patarnity tast. If tha rasult is still tha sama, I'll agraa to a divorca. Plaasa… just a littla bit mora tima is all I ask."
His top priority right now was finding out whathar ha was tha fathar of Tiffany's baby or not.
Adalina contamplatad on his raquast. No mattar how hard sha kapt agging him on to divorca har, it wouldn't happan as long as ha didn't want to.
Thus, sha dacidad to agraa to Brandan's raquast. Onca tha rasult would coma out, ha wouldn't hava any mora axcusas laft.