Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 565 Don’t Leave Me, Dee

For a moment, Deirdre even thought she was touching a block of ice. It jolted her into a

realization of what might have happened. Alarmed, she tried to shake him awake.

“Brendan Brighthall, wake up! Now!”

He answered her with a painful whimper. She tried to touch his face.

It was feverish.

There was no way he did not have a fever. The man was already halfconscious—if she

left him like this, the worst could very well happen.

Deirdre felt as though her mind had blanked. It took her effort to wake herself out of her

panic and feel her way out of the room. She finally felt the door of her neighbor and

opened it.

A stranger opened it with marked annoyance.

“E-Excuse me! I don’t want to bother you, but I am blind and need your help. My friend

has a nasty fever right now, so can you help me call the front desk so they can send a

staff member up to our room?”

Few people could decline to help a beautiful woman in need-especially on something as

urgent as this. The stranger called the front desk without further ado and comforted

Deirdre. “Chill, okay? It’s easy to get a fever in weather like this. Your friend will be

alright.”

examination, the staff came and

Unfortunately, there was little they could do given

still pouring out there, miss, and the nearest hospital isn’t near at

right now… It might just worsen his condition. My

cool down his fever and turn the AC up. You’ll have

rain should stop. We’ll then

thing.

Deirdre could only nod. ‘Thank

doing

water and medicine soon

momentarily, and began to undress Brendan. She might

see anything, but she could

everything.

made her sweat, reminding her

for nothing. She was not in the mood to shower again, though, so she sat on

to the

a waking dream-she was back to those times when

the illusion and pinched the center of her

unconscious, she cast her eyes low and muttered to

was seriously musing about leaving

you see. And

and nobody can blame me for it. Whether you

die on the next day… it’s got nothing to do with me

I hold even

I can never be as heartless as you are, no matter how hard

her head on the edge of the bed and slept. In her sleep, she

man stir and was

“Water.”

His voice sounded weak and almost unreal as if he was just