Chapter 122: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 122

Chapter 122 The Food Has Been Tampered With “Yes.” Charlene chuckled and said, “However, it’s possible that I will need to stay in the villa for some time because of my health, Ms. McKinnon. I’m sorry that you need to put up with me.”

Deidre sneered soundlessly. ‘This woman is really good at being a hypocrite both with her words and demeanor. However, Brendan just can’t seem to notice what a hypocrite she is.’

She nodded. She really wanted to remove herself from that place and head upstairs, but Charlene said, “Let’s have a meal together, Ms. McKinnon. I’m quite good at cooking.”

“It’s fine…” Before she could reject the offer, she sensed Brendan’s overbearing gaze.

He was warning her.

Deirdre changed her words and suppressed her disgust. “Sure.”

Soon, Charlene headed to the kitchen to cook, and they gathered around the dining table. She prepared a full plate of food for Deirdre and said with a gentle smile, “I don’t like your food preferences, so I prepared a normal meal. Have a taste and let me know if you like it, Deirdre.”

As Deirdre picked up the cutlery, she heard Brendan’s insistent, icy remark. “Why would she not like your cooking? Who does she think she is? She’s going to savor every bit, right until the last bite.”

“Yikes, what if Ms. McKinnon complains… that she doesn’t like my cooking?”

“She would not dare. You made this with painstaking effort.”

Deirdre chuckled in a self-mocking way. She picked up a bite with her cutlery and put it in her mouth before she choked on the food and spat it out.

It was too spicy. It was bitter and spicy, and the taste was all sorts of strange.

Charlene’s eyes reddened with tears instantly. “Is my cooking really that bad, Ms. McKinnon?”

Brendan threw his cutlery on the ground with a loud bang, looking extremely furious. “Deirdre, there’s a limit to your affection! I tasted the food, and it tasted pretty good. Why are you feigning disgust?”

“Forget it, Brendan…” Charlene held back her tears and clutched the hem of her skirt with her hands, as if she was being treated unjustly. “I’m sure that it’s because of my poor cooking skills that Ms. McKinnon hates my food… It’s fine that Ms. McKinnon. doesn’t like it…”

“She hates your food? Didn’t she use to swallow cold, tasteless mush in prison in the past? She’s asking for pity on purpose.” Brendan cast a ferocious glance at Deirdre.” Deirdre, don’t even think about getting any rest today if you don’t finish your food. I would like to see if you’re really incapable of finishing your meal!”

Deirdre inhaled deeply. There was nothing that Brendan could say to her now that would hurt her more.

She found it amusing that Charlene would prepare a meal for her painstakingly just to prank her.

The consequences of not finishing the meal were very apparent. Bliss would be kicked out, while she would still need to finish the meal in the end.

She took a deep breath, clutched the cutlery tightly, and took a huge bite.

The spiciness and bitterness latched onto her taste buds, and she was so disgusted that she began experiencing acid reflux. Her eyes welled up with tears from the strong flavor. She then resisted the nausea and forced herself to keep the food down before taking another bite.

She could not allow herself to rest her taste buds because it would only be more agonizing later.

In the end, her mouth was numb from the spiciness, and the disgusting flavor made her stomach churn.

She breathed deeply to keep the food in.

“Will… Will that be alright?”

Charlene had been witnessing the whole process all this time. Apart from feeling proud, she had a rather hard time accepting Deirdre’s endurance. Deirdre should have already flown into a rage under normal circumstances.

‘Could it be because she has been punished by Brendan? Yet if that is the case, how will I be able to effectively provoke Deirdre into attacking me within a short period of time so I can kick her out of the villa?’

Her eyes rolled around as she thought to herself. Brendan could not bear to watch Deirdre anymore, so he said, “Go upstairs.”

Deirdre headed upstairs without turning back. She ran to the toilet and threw up profusely. Her throat had already grown numb from the pain, and her face was drenched in tears. She sat on the ground in dejection.