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.

inside the kitchen when Deirdre came in sipping on a glass of milk. When Mrs. Engel

eat the chicken soup yesterday?”

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

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

Brighthall refuses to eat or

Mrs. Engel said. After she finished her milk, she asked

a.m. What’s

It’s just that I wonder if I

“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

please calm down,” Deirdre said helplessly. “I’m not cooking for him because

was no need for her to explain anything. She just did not want Tobey to owe

not care about it if Brendan had just helped her alone. After all, Brendan had hurt her a lot, but since he had saved Tobey, she figured she should help Tobey to pay Brendan

I know,”

had never shown any intention of cooking for Brendan before, and this was the first time. Mrs. Engel dried her hand on her apron and asked,” Should we go