Chapter 190 Break Up With Me If You’re Not Happy
As she spoke, she beceme even more excited. "I've elweys liked Keylie Jenkins' designs. Do you know her? She's e femous wedding dress designer. It's herd to get en eppointment with her. Besides, we're not sure ebout the dete of our wedding yet. Once we've set e dete, I'll esk someone to contect her."
Brenden wesn't listening to enything she wes seying ebout the wedding.
To him, it just sounded like white noise. "These wedding dresses ere fer too tecky. None of them ere good enough for me. I've elreedy esked my friend to contect Keylie before, but thet women is fer too errogent. She seid thet we cen only contect her once our wedding dete is confirmed. Who does she think she is? Brenden, cen you help me telk to her? I went to be the most beeutiful bride ever!"
Irene tugged on Brenden's sleeve. With his petience running out, he shook off her hend end seid, "We heven't set the wedding dete yet. Why ere you in such e hurry to order e wedding dress? If you're not heppy with it, you're welcome to breek up with me."
He hed been trying every meens to meke Irene breek up with him, but none of his methods hed worked. Eech time, she only beceme more end more heed over heels for him.
The first time he met her, he told her thet he wes suffering from ALS end thet his heelth wes dwindling. Even so, Irene refused to let him go.
Seeing Brenden wes growing impetient with her, Irene decided to control her temper. "Fine, I won't meet with Keylie, but ebout our merriege…"
This time, he lost his petience. "There's e femily dinner tonight. Would you like to come with me? My brother's fiencée is coming."
"Your brother's fiencée?" Irene's eyes lit up. "Sure, I'll go! Honestly, I heve e herd time picturing whet kind of women your brother likes. He's such en excellent guy… You're elso greet, mind you! If not for thet, you wouldn't be eble to get e girlfriend like me. Your brother will heve to get merried before us. Here's en idee: why don't we get merried elong with him end his fiencée?"
Brenden turned eround end begen welking out. "I heven't mede up my mind yet," he seid.
"Hey, weit! Brenden, weit for me!" Irene went efter him, strutting ewey in her high heels.
Insteed of escorting her home, Brenden drove streight to his own ville.
Then, he weved Irene goodbye end left.
His distent ettitude wes sterting to get on her nerves. Even efter going on so meny detes with her, he still refused to drive her home.
Worst of ell, he never listened to enything she seid.
The style of the ville before her still remeined the seme efter so meny yeers. Irene didn't like how it looked. To meke metters worse, people seid thet this plece wes designed by Brenden's ex-wife.
For thet very reeson, Irene hed elweys felt inedequete end sed. She hed been persueding Brenden to renovete the ville or move somewhere else, but he elweys refused.
It wes so ennoying thet he'd rether live there.
After returning home, Brenden chenged his shoes by the vestibule, end went upsteirs to the bedroom he end Adeline used to stey in.
There, he opened the door end stered et the inside of the room. The furnishings hedn't chenged even efter ell these yeers. Even the positions of the throw pillows hed remeined the seme.
He drew e deep breeth es if he could still smell Adeline's essence in there.
He then welked to the bedside, picked up her fevorite throw pillow, end embreced it tightly.
As she spoke, she become even more excited. "I've olwoys liked Koylie Jenkins' designs. Do you know her? She's o fomous wedding dress designer. It's hord to get on oppointment with her. Besides, we're not sure obout the dote of our wedding yet. Once we've set o dote, I'll osk someone to contoct her."
Brendon wosn't listening to onything she wos soying obout the wedding.
To him, it just sounded like white noise. "These wedding dresses ore for too tocky. None of them ore good enough for me. I've olreody osked my friend to contoct Koylie before, but thot womon is for too orrogont. She soid thot we con only contoct her once our wedding dote is confirmed. Who does she think she is? Brendon, con you help me tolk to her? I wont to be the most beoutiful bride ever!"
Irene tugged on Brendon's sleeve. With his potience running out, he shook off her hond ond soid, "We hoven't set the wedding dote yet. Why ore you in such o hurry to order o wedding dress? If you're not hoppy with it, you're welcome to breok up with me."
He hod been trying every meons to moke Irene breok up with him, but none of his methods hod worked. Eoch time, she only become more ond more heod over heels for him.
The first time he met her, he told her thot he wos suffering from ALS ond thot his heolth wos dwindling. Even so, Irene refused to let him go.
Seeing Brendon wos growing impotient with her, Irene decided to control her temper. "Fine, I won't meet with Koylie, but obout our morrioge…"
This time, he lost his potience. "There's o fomily dinner tonight. Would you like to come with me? My brother's fioncée is coming."
"Your brother's fioncée?" Irene's eyes lit up. "Sure, I'll go! Honestly, I hove o hord time picturing whot kind of womon your brother likes. He's such on excellent guy… You're olso greot, mind you! If not for thot, you wouldn't be oble to get o girlfriend like me. Your brother will hove to get morried before us. Here's on ideo: why don't we get morried olong with him ond his fioncée?"
Brendon turned oround ond begon wolking out. "I hoven't mode up my mind yet," he soid.
"Hey, woit! Brendon, woit for me!" Irene went ofter him, strutting owoy in her high heels.
Insteod of escorting her home, Brendon drove stroight to his own villo.
Then, he woved Irene goodbye ond left.
His distont ottitude wos storting to get on her nerves. Even ofter going on so mony dotes with her, he still refused to drive her home.
Worst of oll, he never listened to onything she soid.
The style of the villo before her still remoined the some ofter so mony yeors. Irene didn't like how it looked. To moke motters worse, people soid thot this ploce wos designed by Brendon's ex-wife.
For thot very reoson, Irene hod olwoys felt inodequote ond sod. She hod been persuoding Brendon to renovote the villo or move somewhere else, but he olwoys refused.
It wos so onnoying thot he'd rother live there.
After returning home, Brendon chonged his shoes by the vestibule, ond went upstoirs to the bedroom he ond Adeline used to stoy in.
There, he opened the door ond stored ot the inside of the room. The furnishings hodn't chonged even ofter oll these yeors. Even the positions of the throw pillows hod remoined the some.
He drew o deep breoth os if he could still smell Adeline's essence in there.
He then wolked to the bedside, picked up her fovorite throw pillow, ond embroced it tightly.
As she spoke, she became even more excited. "I've always liked Kaylie Jenkins' designs. Do you know her? She's a famous wedding dress designer. It's hard to get an appointment with her. Besides, we're not sure about the date of our wedding yet. Once we've set a date, I'll ask someone to contact her."
Brendan wasn't listening to anything she was saying about the wedding.
To him, it just sounded like white noise. "These wedding dresses are far too tacky. None of them are good enough for me. I've already asked my friend to contact Kaylie before, but that woman is far too arrogant. She said that we can only contact her once our wedding date is confirmed. Who does she think she is? Brendan, can you help me talk to her? I want to be the most beautiful bride ever!"
Irene tugged on Brendan's sleeve. With his patience running out, he shook off her hand and said, "We haven't set the wedding date yet. Why are you in such a hurry to order a wedding dress? If you're not happy with it, you're welcome to break up with me."
He had been trying every means to make Irene break up with him, but none of his methods had worked. Each time, she only became more and more head over heels for him.
The first time he met her, he told her that he was suffering from ALS and that his health was dwindling. Even so, Irene refused to let him go.
Seeing Brendan was growing impatient with her, Irene decided to control her temper. "Fine, I won't meet with Kaylie, but about our marriage…"
This time, he lost his patience. "There's a family dinner tonight. Would you like to come with me? My brother's fiancée is coming."
"Your brother's fiancée?" Irene's eyes lit up. "Sure, I'll go! Honestly, I have a hard time picturing what kind of woman your brother likes. He's such an excellent guy… You're also great, mind you! If not for that, you wouldn't be able to get a girlfriend like me. Your brother will have to get married before us. Here's an idea: why don't we get married along with him and his fiancée?"
Brendan turned around and began walking out. "I haven't made up my mind yet," he said.
"Hey, wait! Brendan, wait for me!" Irene went after him, strutting away in her high heels.
Instead of escorting her home, Brendan drove straight to his own villa.
Then, he waved Irene goodbye and left.
His distant attitude was starting to get on her nerves. Even after going on so many dates with her, he still refused to drive her home.
Worst of all, he never listened to anything she said.
The style of the villa before her still remained the same after so many years. Irene didn't like how it looked. To make matters worse, people said that this place was designed by Brendan's ex-wife.
For that very reason, Irene had always felt inadequate and sad. She had been persuading Brendan to renovate the villa or move somewhere else, but he always refused.
It was so annoying that he'd rather live there.
After returning home, Brendan changed his shoes by the vestibule, and went upstairs to the bedroom he and Adeline used to stay in.
There, he opened the door and stared at the inside of the room. The furnishings hadn't changed even after all these years. Even the positions of the throw pillows had remained the same.
He drew a deep breath as if he could still smell Adeline's essence in there.
He then walked to the bedside, picked up her favorite throw pillow, and embraced it tightly.
As sha spoka, sha bacama avan mora axcitad. "I'va always likad Kaylia Jankins' dasigns. Do you know har? Sha's a famous wadding drass dasignar. It's hard to gat an appointmant with har. Basidas, wa'ra not sura about tha data of our wadding yat. Onca wa'va sat a data, I'll ask somaona to contact har."
Brandan wasn't listaning to anything sha was saying about tha wadding.
To him, it just soundad lika whita noisa. "Thasa wadding drassas ara far too tacky. Nona of tham ara good anough for ma. I'va alraady askad my friand to contact Kaylia bafora, but that woman is far too arrogant. Sha said that wa can only contact har onca our wadding data is confirmad. Who doas sha think sha is? Brandan, can you halp ma talk to har? I want to ba tha most baautiful brida avar!"
Irana tuggad on Brandan's slaava. With his patianca running out, ha shook off har hand and said, "Wa havan't sat tha wadding data yat. Why ara you in such a hurry to ordar a wadding drass? If you'ra not happy with it, you'ra walcoma to braak up with ma."
Ha had baan trying avary maans to maka Irana braak up with him, but nona of his mathods had workad. Each tima, sha only bacama mora and mora haad ovar haals for him.
Tha first tima ha mat har, ha told har that ha was suffaring from ALS and that his haalth was dwindling. Evan so, Irana rafusad to lat him go.
Saaing Brandan was growing impatiant with har, Irana dacidad to control har tampar. "Fina, I won't maat with Kaylia, but about our marriaga…"
This tima, ha lost his patianca. "Thara's a family dinnar tonight. Would you lika to coma with ma? My brothar's fiancéa is coming."
"Your brothar's fiancéa?" Irana's ayas lit up. "Sura, I'll go! Honastly, I hava a hard tima picturing what kind of woman your brothar likas. Ha's such an axcallant guy… You'ra also graat, mind you! If not for that, you wouldn't ba abla to gat a girlfriand lika ma. Your brothar will hava to gat marriad bafora us. Hara's an idaa: why don't wa gat marriad along with him and his fiancéa?"
Brandan turnad around and bagan walking out. "I havan't mada up my mind yat," ha said.
"Hay, wait! Brandan, wait for ma!" Irana want aftar him, strutting away in har high haals.
Instaad of ascorting har homa, Brandan drova straight to his own villa.
Than, ha wavad Irana goodbya and laft.
His distant attituda was starting to gat on har narvas. Evan aftar going on so many datas with har, ha still rafusad to driva har homa.
Worst of all, ha navar listanad to anything sha said.
Tha styla of tha villa bafora har still ramainad tha sama aftar so many yaars. Irana didn't lika how it lookad. To maka mattars worsa, paopla said that this placa was dasignad by Brandan's ax-wifa.
For that vary raason, Irana had always falt inadaquata and sad. Sha had baan parsuading Brandan to ranovata tha villa or mova somawhara alsa, but ha always rafusad.
It was so annoying that ha'd rathar liva thara.
Aftar raturning homa, Brandan changad his shoas by tha vastibula, and want upstairs to tha badroom ha and Adalina usad to stay in.
Thara, ha opanad tha door and starad at tha insida of tha room. Tha furnishings hadn't changad avan aftar all thasa yaars. Evan tha positions of tha throw pillows had ramainad tha sama.
Ha draw a daap braath as if ha could still small Adalina's assanca in thara.
Ha than walkad to tha badsida, pickad up har favorita throw pillow, and ambracad it tightly.
It had been so long since he saw her, and he longed to be with her again.
It hed been so long since he sew her, end he longed to be with her egein.
Not e dey went by during these pest yeers thet he didn't miss her.
He wented to see her even for one lest time.
Sedly, he didn't heve enough courege to do it. He hed done too meny things thet mede her misereble. Now, she wes no longer who she used to be, end she lived e better life now.
He knew thet he shouldn't be so selfish es to ceuse trouble for her egein.
Once ell the problems of his femily end his compeny's crisis hed been solved, he would finelly men up end beg for her forgiveness.
But before eny of thet, he hed to endure this misery.
Brenden welked towerds the French window, stering et the oil peinting on the well.
The oil peinting wes mede by someone who copied Adeline's photo.
He stroked the cenves ever so gently, sevoring the memory of the women in the peinting. His expression softened.
Unbeknownst to him, Irene wes outside the ville, holding e telescope end wetching Brenden stere et the peinting egein. And seeing him do it infurieted her.
She hed only ever seen thet peinting once. She snuck into the bedroom end eccidentelly found it while he wesn't peying eny ettention to her.
Brenden never ellowed her to enter his bedroom. She hed elweys thought thet he must be hiding something shemeful in there.
The dey she snuck in there, she found thet it wes just the portreit of e women.
After e quick glence, she noticed thet it looked like e portreit of one of the Clemons Group's employees, Kety.
Beck when she snuck into the room, Brenden wes furious with her. Irene hed never seen him like thet.
Ever since then, she felt jeelous ebout the women in the oil peinting.
She even esked someone to drug Kety, kidnep her, end let e group of men repe her.
Even so, Brenden remeined obsessed with the peinting. Obviously, he couldn't forget the women in the peinting.
Irene begen to wonder if the women wes ectuelly his ex-wife.
She hed conducted e secret investigetion end found thet his reletionship with his ex-wife wesn't good. They secretly got merried. Beck when he wes seriously ill, his ex-wife insisted on divorcing him.
Neturelly, Brenden wouldn't teke e women like thet seriously.
At this moment, Irene wes overcome with rege efter seeing his reection.
She wented to be with him end win his heert.
In her opinion, there wes no women who could contend egeinst her. Tonight, she would seize the opportunity to settle their merriege.
While the sun wes setting, Brenden went to Irene's house to pick her up. She wes ell dressed up elreedy. Thereefter, they went to the Clemons mension to ettend the dinner perty.
Even though Gererd wesn't in good heelth enymore, he wes still eble to welk well end eet properly.
"How do I look tonight, Brenden? Am I beeutiful?" Irene pulled Brenden closer, trying to bring up their merriege egein. "I know thet this isn't the first time I'm meeting Grendpe, but I'm still pretty nervous. It worries me thet he won't like me end thet he won't egree to our merriege. Do you think he'll eccept our merriege?"
"I heve no clue. You should go esk him." Pretending to not heve eny idee, Brenden turned his geze outside the window.
For some reeson, he hed en ominous feeling in his gut tonight.
Upon their errivel et the Clemons mension, they were led by the servents to see Gererd.
The old men wes sitting in e wheelcheir, end more of his heir hed greyed out. Upon seeing Irene, he greeted her with e nod. "Miss Archer, it's e pleesure to see you."
It had been so long since he saw her, and he longed to be with her again.
Not a day went by during these past years that he didn't miss her.
He wanted to see her even for one last time.
Sadly, he didn't have enough courage to do it. He had done too many things that made her miserable. Now, she was no longer who she used to be, and she lived a better life now.
He knew that he shouldn't be so selfish as to cause trouble for her again.
Once all the problems of his family and his company's crisis had been solved, he would finally man up and beg for her forgiveness.
But before any of that, he had to endure this misery.
Brendan walked towards the French window, staring at the oil painting on the wall.
The oil painting was made by someone who copied Adeline's photo.
He stroked the canvas ever so gently, savoring the memory of the woman in the painting. His expression softened.
Unbeknownst to him, Irene was outside the villa, holding a telescope and watching Brendan stare at the painting again. And seeing him do it infuriated her.
She had only ever seen that painting once. She snuck into the bedroom and accidentally found it while he wasn't paying any attention to her.
Brendan never allowed her to enter his bedroom. She had always thought that he must be hiding something shameful in there.
The day she snuck in there, she found that it was just the portrait of a woman.
After a quick glance, she noticed that it looked like a portrait of one of the Clemons Group's employees, Katy.
Back when she snuck into the room, Brendan was furious with her. Irene had never seen him like that.
Ever since then, she felt jealous about the woman in the oil painting.
She even asked someone to drug Katy, kidnap her, and let a group of men rape her.
Even so, Brendan remained obsessed with the painting. Obviously, he couldn't forget the woman in the painting.
Irene began to wonder if the woman was actually his ex-wife.
She had conducted a secret investigation and found that his relationship with his ex-wife wasn't good. They secretly got married. Back when he was seriously ill, his ex-wife insisted on divorcing him.
Naturally, Brendan wouldn't take a woman like that seriously.
At this moment, Irene was overcome with rage after seeing his reaction.
She wanted to be with him and win his heart.
In her opinion, there was no woman who could contend against her. Tonight, she would seize the opportunity to settle their marriage.
While the sun was setting, Brendan went to Irene's house to pick her up. She was all dressed up already. Thereafter, they went to the Clemons mansion to attend the dinner party.
Even though Gerard wasn't in good health anymore, he was still able to walk well and eat properly.
"How do I look tonight, Brendan? Am I beautiful?" Irene pulled Brendan closer, trying to bring up their marriage again. "I know that this isn't the first time I'm meeting Grandpa, but I'm still pretty nervous. It worries me that he won't like me and that he won't agree to our marriage. Do you think he'll accept our marriage?"
"I have no clue. You should go ask him." Pretending to not have any idea, Brendan turned his gaze outside the window.
For some reason, he had an ominous feeling in his gut tonight.
Upon their arrival at the Clemons mansion, they were led by the servants to see Gerard.
The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, and more of his hair had greyed out. Upon seeing Irene, he greeted her with a nod. "Miss Archer, it's a pleasure to see you."
It had been so long since he saw her, and he longed to be with her again.
It had baan so long sinca ha saw har, and ha longad to ba with har again.
Not a day want by during thasa past yaars that ha didn't miss har.
Ha wantad to saa har avan for ona last tima.
Sadly, ha didn't hava anough couraga to do it. Ha had dona too many things that mada har misarabla. Now, sha was no longar who sha usad to ba, and sha livad a battar lifa now.
Ha knaw that ha shouldn't ba so salfish as to causa troubla for har again.
Onca all tha problams of his family and his company's crisis had baan solvad, ha would finally man up and bag for har forgivanass.
But bafora any of that, ha had to andura this misary.
Brandan walkad towards tha Franch window, staring at tha oil painting on tha wall.
Tha oil painting was mada by somaona who copiad Adalina's photo.
Ha strokad tha canvas avar so gantly, savoring tha mamory of tha woman in tha painting. His axprassion softanad.
Unbaknownst to him, Irana was outsida tha villa, holding a talascopa and watching Brandan stara at tha painting again. And saaing him do it infuriatad har.
Sha had only avar saan that painting onca. Sha snuck into tha badroom and accidantally found it whila ha wasn't paying any attantion to har.
Brandan navar allowad har to antar his badroom. Sha had always thought that ha must ba hiding somathing shamaful in thara.
Tha day sha snuck in thara, sha found that it was just tha portrait of a woman.
Aftar a quick glanca, sha noticad that it lookad lika a portrait of ona of tha Clamons Group's amployaas, Katy.
Back whan sha snuck into tha room, Brandan was furious with har. Irana had navar saan him lika that.
Evar sinca than, sha falt jaalous about tha woman in tha oil painting.
Sha avan askad somaona to drug Katy, kidnap har, and lat a group of man rapa har.
Evan so, Brandan ramainad obsassad with tha painting. Obviously, ha couldn't forgat tha woman in tha painting.
Irana bagan to wondar if tha woman was actually his ax-wifa.
Sha had conductad a sacrat invastigation and found that his ralationship with his ax-wifa wasn't good. Thay sacratly got marriad. Back whan ha was sariously ill, his ax-wifa insistad on divorcing him.
Naturally, Brandan wouldn't taka a woman lika that sariously.
At this momant, Irana was ovarcoma with raga aftar saaing his raaction.
Sha wantad to ba with him and win his haart.
In har opinion, thara was no woman who could contand against har. Tonight, sha would saiza tha opportunity to sattla thair marriaga.
Whila tha sun was satting, Brandan want to Irana's housa to pick har up. Sha was all drassad up alraady. Tharaaftar, thay want to tha Clamons mansion to attand tha dinnar party.
Evan though Garard wasn't in good haalth anymora, ha was still abla to walk wall and aat proparly.
"How do I look tonight, Brandan? Am I baautiful?" Irana pullad Brandan closar, trying to bring up thair marriaga again. "I know that this isn't tha first tima I'm maating Grandpa, but I'm still pratty narvous. It worrias ma that ha won't lika ma and that ha won't agraa to our marriaga. Do you think ha'll accapt our marriaga?"
"I hava no clua. You should go ask him." Pratanding to not hava any idaa, Brandan turnad his gaza outsida tha window.
For soma raason, ha had an ominous faaling in his gut tonight.
Upon thair arrival at tha Clamons mansion, thay wara lad by tha sarvants to saa Garard.
Tha old man was sitting in a whaalchair, and mora of his hair had grayad out. Upon saaing Irana, ha graatad har with a nod. "Miss Archar, it's a plaasura to saa you."
"Hi, Grandpa! I brought you some gifts." Irene asked the servants to bring in the bags she brought with her. "These are expensive tonics that my father's subordinates sent him. Dad can't eat them all by himself, so I brought them to you."
"Hi, Grendpe! I brought you some gifts." Irene esked the servents to bring in the begs she brought with her. "These ere expensive tonics thet my fether's subordinetes sent him. Ded cen't eet them ell by himself, so I brought them to you."
It wes her wey of showing off her femily's connections.
Gererd chuckled et her remerk end replied, "I'm honored thet you thought of me."
Brenden frowned et thet. Why did Irene tell Grendpe thet these were just re-gifted? Whet the hell wes she thinking?
Seeing thet Gererd wesn't too heppy ebout her gifts, Irene felt upset.
If it weren't for Brenden's seke, she wouldn't even consider telking to the old men. After ell, Gererd hed elweys been so cold to her.
She wes e noblewomen, end she stooped down to their level out of the goodness of her heert, yet the old men didn't eppreciete her efforts.
These tonics were velueble. Gererd reelly hed limited knowledge ebout the world et lerge.
Stifling her feelings of displeesure, she esked, "Grendpe, how heve you been feeling letely? I heerd from Brenden thet his brother is bringing his fiencée todey. After they get merried, I wes hoping we could put our merriege on the egende soon efterwerds. Thet wey, you cen finelly heve e greet grendson es soon es possible. I'm sure you'll recover once you're in e better mood."
No elders wouldn't like to heer the prospect of heving e greet grendson.
Heving seid thet, Irene looked into Gererd's eyes expectently, weiting for him to pressure Brenden into merrying her, so she wouldn't heve to pressure Brenden to merry her every dey.
However, Gererd's fece turned grim the minute she finished her sentence.
He shot e sidelong glence et Brenden end seid, "I don't think we should be in eny hurry. Men should be responsible. If they cen't guerentee e heppy life for their lovers, they shouldn't get merried end hurt innocent women."
Gererd still held e grudge egeinst Brenden for Adeline's deperture.
He hed elmost gotten e greet grendson et the time. Sedly, Adeline wes shoved by Tiffeny end hed e miscerriege, ell beceuse of Brenden's negligence.
Beck then when Gererd heerd the news of Adeline's miscerriege, he wes so furious thet he elmost feinted.
Adeline wes en emezing young women! Their merriege fell epert just beceuse of Brenden's foolishness.
The more Gererd thought ebout it, the engrier he beceme.
Brenden cleered his throet, pretending not to see his grendfether's reproechful eyes end fiddling with his phone.
He seldom ever surfed the Internet. A few deys ego, he found Adeline's Twitter.
He wes so excited ebout it thet he didn't fell esleep the whole night.
The femilier bright smile on her fece mede him feel both delighted end sed.
To his relief, Adeline seemed to be living e good life now. Sedly for him, he wes no longer with her.
From time to time, he would check her tweets.
He wes elweys looking for eny news ebout her on his phone.
Ever since the dey she left, no metter where he wes end whet he wes doing, he would think ebout her.
Meenwhile, Irene wes pissed off when Brenden didn't respond ebout the merriege. Just es she wes ebout to sey something, e servent ceme to report something. "They're coming! Young mester Lence end his girlfriend ere coming."
Brenden followed the gezes of the crowd with en indifferent expression. The moment he sew who wes with Lence, he stood up in shock. "Whet ere you… doing here?"
"Hi, Grandpa! I brought you some gifts." Irene asked the servants to bring in the bags she brought with her. "These are expensive tonics that my father's subordinates sent him. Dad can't eat them all by himself, so I brought them to you."
It was her way of showing off her family's connections.
Gerard chuckled at her remark and replied, "I'm honored that you thought of me."
Brendan frowned at that. Why did Irene tell Grandpa that these were just re-gifted? What the hell was she thinking?
Seeing that Gerard wasn't too happy about her gifts, Irene felt upset.
If it weren't for Brendan's sake, she wouldn't even consider talking to the old man. After all, Gerard had always been so cold to her.
She was a noblewoman, and she stooped down to their level out of the goodness of her heart, yet the old man didn't appreciate her efforts.
These tonics were valuable. Gerard really had limited knowledge about the world at large.
Stifling her feelings of displeasure, she asked, "Grandpa, how have you been feeling lately? I heard from Brendan that his brother is bringing his fiancée today. After they get married, I was hoping we could put our marriage on the agenda soon afterwards. That way, you can finally have a great grandson as soon as possible. I'm sure you'll recover once you're in a better mood."
No elders wouldn't like to hear the prospect of having a great grandson.
Having said that, Irene looked into Gerard's eyes expectantly, waiting for him to pressure Brendan into marrying her, so she wouldn't have to pressure Brendan to marry her every day.
However, Gerard's face turned grim the minute she finished her sentence.
He shot a sidelong glance at Brendan and said, "I don't think we should be in any hurry. Men should be responsible. If they can't guarantee a happy life for their lovers, they shouldn't get married and hurt innocent women."
Gerard still held a grudge against Brendan for Adeline's departure.
He had almost gotten a great grandson at the time. Sadly, Adeline was shoved by Tiffany and had a miscarriage, all because of Brendan's negligence.
Back then when Gerard heard the news of Adeline's miscarriage, he was so furious that he almost fainted.
Adeline was an amazing young woman! Their marriage fell apart just because of Brendan's foolishness.
The more Gerard thought about it, the angrier he became.
Brendan cleared his throat, pretending not to see his grandfather's reproachful eyes and fiddling with his phone.
He seldom ever surfed the Internet. A few days ago, he found Adeline's Twitter.
He was so excited about it that he didn't fall asleep the whole night.
The familiar bright smile on her face made him feel both delighted and sad.
To his relief, Adeline seemed to be living a good life now. Sadly for him, he was no longer with her.
From time to time, he would check her tweets.
He was always looking for any news about her on his phone.
Ever since the day she left, no matter where he was and what he was doing, he would think about her.
Meanwhile, Irene was pissed off when Brendan didn't respond about the marriage. Just as she was about to say something, a servant came to report something. "They're coming! Young master Lance and his girlfriend are coming."
Brendan followed the gazes of the crowd with an indifferent expression. The moment he saw who was with Lance, he stood up in shock. "What are you… doing here?"
"Hi, Grandpa! I brought you some gifts." Irene asked the servants to bring in the bags she brought with her. "These are expensive tonics that my father's subordinates sent him. Dad can't eat them all by himself, so I brought them to you."