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.

the kitchen when Deirdre came in sipping on a glass of milk. When Mrs. Engel saw Deirdre, she sighed. “Mr. Brighthall didn’t eat anything today and

eat the chicken

it down and stared at it after taking a few sips. I

moment. When she came to her senses, she said,” Don’t worry about that, Mrs. Engel. Your soup tastes good. I think he’s

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

finished her milk, she asked her when she was going to the

a.m. What’s the

that I wonder if

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

Deirdre said helplessly. “I’m not cooking for him

to explain anything. She

not care about it if Brendan had just helped her alone. After all, Brendan had hurt her a

I know,” Mrs. Engel said

intention of cooking for Brendan before, and this was the first time. Mrs. Engel dried her hand on her