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.”

a crude examination, the staff came and confirmed Brendan was suffering from

fever. Unfortunately, there was little

still pouring out there, miss, and the nearest hospital

It might just worsen his condition. My suggestion? We’ll

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

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

thing.

only nod. ‘Thank

doing my part,

front desk sent warm water and medicine soon

hesitated momentarily, and began to

anything, but she could feel, including his private bits.

everything.

sweat, reminding her in dismay

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

and listened to the

like a waking dream-she was back to those times

of the illusion and pinched the center of her palm.

still unconscious, she cast her eyes low and muttered

particular, “You know, I was seriously musing about leaving

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

this happened and nobody can blame

it’s got

it, Brendan. Not because I hold even

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

on the edge of the bed and slept. In

and

“Water.”

unreal as if he was just muttering in his