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.”

came

fever. Unfortunately, there was little they could do given their

still pouring out there, miss, and the nearest hospital

him there right now… It might just worsen his condition. My suggestion? We’ll

and turn the AC

when the rain should stop. We’ll then send your friend to the

thing. Sounds

only nod. ‘Thank

“Just doing

sent warm water and medicine soon

table, hesitated momentarily, and

but she could feel, including his private bits.

everything.

The entire process made her sweat, reminding her in dismay

not in the mood to shower

the sound of rain

It felt like a waking dream-she was back to those times when she was caring for

and pinched the

was still unconscious, she cast her

seriously musing about leaving you

help. I’m blind, you see. And the weather’s bad.

and

day… it’s got nothing to do

“But I couldn’t do it, Brendan. Not because I hold even a lick of feelings

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

on the edge of the bed and

man stir and

“Water.”

voice sounded weak and almost unreal as if he was just muttering in his