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Chapter 605 He Went Out Last Night
"Say if I choose to replace this phone with a new one... Do you sell the same model?"
The owner shook his head and gave a helpless smile. "You're asking me for an antique of a bygone era. The type
that’s only good for calling and texting and... nothing else. We don't sell them anymore-nobody will buy them."
Disappointment clouded Brendan’s eyes. To a blind woman like Deirdre, a phone with fewer functionalities might be
more helpful than the new fangled stuff on the market. Besides, if he replaced her phone right now, she would have
to relearn how to use it. She would not even know which button to press.
"Fix it. I don't care how much it costs. I just want it fixed."
"Whoa. Are you serious?" The owner was taken aback. This was an answer he did not expect at all. Still, he
recovered from his shock quickly. "Okay, then. I’ll do my best. Leave it here with me. I'll call your number when it's
done."
"Thank you so much."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven a full night's sleep did not manage to repel Deirdre’s headache completely. Instinctively, she reached out to
feel for her phone. Without it announcing the time, she had no idea what time it was.
She quickly remembered that her phone had fallen into the water and was now in Brendan’s hands. Sitting up, she
climbed out of bed and changed into her dry clothes.
She was sure Brendan should already be up by this hour. Yet, no one answered her after she knocked on his door.
Was no one inside?
She frowned. She made her way to the elevator and the front desk.
"Mr. Brighthall? He should be in his room. I didn't catch him leaving."
"Still in his room?" Deirdre parrotted incredulously. "But no one answered me when I knocked on his door multiple
times."
The receptionist flashed her a smile. "I guess he's just too exhausted. He came back late."
Deirdre was confused. "Excuse me?”
"You didn’t know? Mr. Brighthall went out into the street last night and came back by 1:00 a.m. There was a drizzle,
too, around that time, so by the time he was back, his hands were red and sore from the cold."
"He really went outside?" Deirdre was stunned. "At that hour? For what?"
"He was looking for cell phone stores, but at that hour? Most of them were already closed, I bet. He probably
scouted for a long time before he finally found one. I mean, he went out at 10:00 p.m. and came back at 1:00 a.m.
That's probably self-explanatory, right?"
"Cell phone store?" Deirdre was befuddled. Why did he even need a cell phone store for? Was he looking for
someone to repair phones? But they had all the time in the world. He could have done it in the morning. Where was
the need to rush?
"Miss McKinnon? Would you like to get a room card for Mr. Brighthall’s room? That way, you can check on him
straight away."
She thinned her lips. "No. I'll wait."
"Sure thing."
Deirdre took the elevator and made herself comfortable on her bed. A while later, she heard the bell.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe rose and answered the door. It was Brendan. He was fatigued out of his mind and had to hold himself up with
one hand on the wall while massaging his temples with his other.
Deirdre could see his dark bags peering from under his eyes.
Brendan's head felt heavy. He had not had an ideal rest at all. Nonetheless, he said, "Sorry for waking up late. Are
you ready?"
Deirdre could hear the weariness in his voice and frowned. She nodded." Yes."
"Good. I'll call my people. They should send your clothes over soon."
"Okay."
Brendan made his way to the balcony to make his call. Even as it ended, he could feel his head throbbing without
any sign of recovery, so he made his way to the couch and gave a long, hushed exhale.
"I need a massage, Deirdre," he commanded.
Just like old times.
Deirdre felt a little dazed. She reeled herself out of her stupor, but instead of making her way toward him, she
simply replied pointedly, "Didn't get enough sleep?"
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