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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 773
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Chapter 773 Just A Wall Away

Julia held her chin with the thick of her palm. "I got bored of takeout, ugh! Sure, my grandfather hired a cook, but I

bet she wishes she could be as good as you are. There's no joy in eating what she makes! She still has her job

because my grandfather explicitly forbids me from firing people out of my preferences!"

Then, suddenly, her eyes glinted. She cast a very meaningful stare in Deirdre's direction. "Wait a sec. Why don’t...

you become our new cook!? Name your price! I bet it’ll pay you way more than being my piano teacher."

The prospect quite tempted Deirdre, but she remembered her pregnancy and dismissed the idea with a smile, i'll

pass." 'You'll pass? Oh, h*ll no. Are you just holding a grudge against me for being a little bit nasty to you when we

first started? Huh! Who knew you could be this grudgeful, huh? Okay, I formally apologize for being a brat and a

pain in your *ss! I promise I won’t ever say something nasty to you again!" she declared. "But if that's not enough

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for you, then go ahead and give me an earful. I can take it!" 'That's a little extreme." Deirdre tittered, amused. "It's

not because I don't like you, Julia. It’s because of some personal reasons. Once I've settled down, though, I might

consider it." "Oh///" Julia suddenly drawled. "I get it. It's because of your boyfriend!"

Deirdre was stunned. "What boyfriend?" "Save me the act," Julia said, smiling coyly. "I saw it with my own eyes, lady.

That guy who came to get you home on a bike. He is quite the looker if I do say so myself."

Deirdre had not expected Julia to be interested in these sorts of things.

Laughing, she denied, "Nope, you're overthinking it. He's just a friend." "Just a friend, she said! Answer me this, are

you guys living together?"

Deirdre nodded hesitantly.

Julia clapped her hand in satisfaction. "I rest my case."

Realizing she could not explain her way out, Deirdre decided to drop the subject entirely. "Alright, we should get

going with our lesson."

They headed upstairs to the piano room. It had not even been half an hour when they suddenly heard a commotion

from outside. Pleasantly surprised, Julia cried, "It's my grandfather!" "Professor Ward?" Deirdre asked aloud. "Isn't

he supposed to be giving a lecture at Surstate University lately?" "Not today!" Julia snickered. "A friend is coming

over." "A friend?" "Maybe you’ll know him since you're also from Neve. Or maybe you don't. My grandfather's friend

is the CEO of the Brighthall Group and the most famous man in the entire business circle, Brendan Brighthall! He's

one of my grandfather's students!"

Even as the girl was bragging about her acquaintance, there was a hint of genuine excitement. "I've seen him once

when I was, like, 12? Oh my God, he's so hot! I didn’t even think he would come to Surstate just to let me admire his

ungodly hotness again! Too bad you, you know, can’t really see him. I'd love to show you what 'perfection' really

means!"

The more Julia talked, the more excited she became. Inversely, Deirdre felt her blood chilled as though it was

turning into ice.

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Then, just outside, she heard a voice she could never forget.

'You didn't have to delay your talk just to greet me, sir. I'm only here because I'm in the area."

That even, stoic voice-that was unmistakably Brendan's!

Deirdre's face turned as white as a sheet. Why? How could this be!?

The only thing keeping her and Brendan apart was a door!

Deirdre was shaking so much her fingers fell onto the keys, and the piano cackled.

The sound attracted Brendann's attention. He turned to the door as Professor Ward explained with a chuckle, "Oh,

excuse US forthat. My granddaughter's learning piano." "Oh." Brendan retracted his attention and sat on the couch.

"Julia, right? Wasn’t she learning to paint the last time I saw her? When she was 12,1 think. Why switch to piano

now?"