Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 812 Are You Going to Cook for Him, Ms. Mckinnon?

‘Then why would his wound hurt at night?”

Brendan looked at Deirdre in surprise. He could not hold himself back and held her hand with their fingers interlaced.

Dr. Lang sighed. ‘This is normal when inflammation happens. But as long as Mr. Brighthall takes medicine accordingly and avoids some food, his wound will heal eventually.” “Alright, then,” said Deirdre.

After Dr. Lang left, Brendan grabbed Deirdre carefully in his arms. There was a hint of joy in his pair of eyes as he said, “Are you worried about me, Deirdre?”

Before waiting for Deirdre to say anything, he continued. “I’m really happy about it.” She was worried about his wound. This was something he did not dare to imagine before today.

Deirdre gave him the cold shoulder and pushed his arm again.

“Please, don’t get it wrong. You made too much noise last night. I don’t want to get disturbed by you anymore.”

After that, she turned around and went into the kitchen.

a glass of milk. When Mrs. Engel saw

the

and stared at it after taking a few sips. I wonder if it’s because he doesn’t like it,” Mrs. Engel said

fell silent for a moment. When she came to her senses, she said,” Don’t worry about that, Mrs. Engel. Your soup tastes good. I think he’s not in the mood for anything because his

hope so. But if Mr. Brighthall refuses to eat or drink anything, his wound might

she finished her milk, she asked her when

a.m. What’s the

today. It’s just that I wonder if I can find the ingredients I

had a lot of faith in Deirdre’s cooking skills and was grinning from ear to ear, “Mrs. Brighthall, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you going to cook for Mr. Brighthall so that his wound will heal faster? That’s great! Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you can find all the ingredients you need! Mr. Brighthall

Engel, please calm down,” Deirdre said helplessly. “I’m not cooking for him because I’m worried about him. It’s

her to explain anything. She just did not want Tobey to

had hurt her a lot, but since he had saved Tobey, she figured she should help Tobey to pay

know, I know,” Mrs.

was the first time. Mrs. Engel dried her hand on her apron and asked,” Should we go