Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 884

Chapter 885

Just as Yuri reached out to punch him, Brendan caught her fist in his palm.

There was a sense of serenity in his gaze when he looked at her solemnly. ''You've promised me whether it was a lie or a joke. A man never goes back on his words, so don't even think of ditching me again.''

She twisted her wrist but couldn't break free as she instinctively retorted, ''So what? I'm a woman and not a man. So, it doesn't count.''

Brendan frowned as the strength of his hands increased unconsciously. ''Are you trying to go back on your words? I won't allow it!''

Yuri sighed helplessly before tugging him. ''Get up. I'll take you to the hospital.''

His grip on her remained tight as he stubbornly remained where he was.

He would rather die than return to the state when their relationship was still up in the air.

Yuri had no choice but to surrender. ''I won't take back my words if you follow me obediently, okay?''

Brendan was stunned for a moment, released his hand, and nodded like a child. ''Okay.''

Despite the clinic being a few minutes away by car, Yuri dragged Brendan for more than half an hour.

After he got himself checked out by the doctor and received IV treatment, the nurse came to treat Brendan's wound.

The nurse handled the wound efficiently like it was no big deal, which was a huge contrast as Brendan was in so much pain that he couldn't keep himself from squirming.

Yuri couldn't stand it and took responsibility. ''I have experience in this, so let me handle it. You should go and take a rest, nurse.''

''Alright, if there's anything, just call me.''The nurse yawned and went back to the lounge.

Yuri found a stool, placed the tray aside, and carefully applied ointment on Brendan.

Brendan's eyes never left her figure. After a while, he couldn't help but ask, ''Who took care of you when you were sick during all those years when abroad?''

''I don't usually get sick, but I rely on myself when I am sick. Unfortunately, people with poor fortune can't count on outsiders,'' Yuri said lightly.

''You can rely on me from now on.''Brendan said seriously, ''You have to remember you are no longer alone anymore, ouch-''

Before he finished speaking, Yuri accidentally touched the wound. It hurt so much that he inhaled sharply.

''Sorry,'' Yuri apologized immediately. She looked at his furrowed brows and teased, ''Designer Brendan, you should look after yourself first.''

Brendan's eyes flickered; he did not answer as if he recalled something.

After Yuri bandaged him up, she accompanied him into the ward. Soon, the two fell asleep.

The day after tomorrow, Brendan woke up and allowed the nurse to remove the syringe. Then, he carried Yuri to the bed and dialed Alexander's number in a phone he had borrowed from the nurse.

''I have some issues here…'' Brendan explained what had occurred last night.

''Where are you guys now?'' Alexander inquired sharply.

''At her hometown's clinic, it's no big deal, but the other party was obviously prepared. I'm just warning you because I'm worried they have other arrangements.'' Brendan said calmly.

''I see. Just be back as soon as possible.''

After Brendan talked to him for some time, both brothers hung up.

''What happened?'' Elise came over with two glasses of wine and handed one to Alexander.

''I think Wendy Jennings must have her eyes on Brendan.'' Alexander looked solemn.

''As there are only a handful of top fashion designers in the country, and Brendan is the best among them, so it makes sense to be targeted. Is he okay?'' Elise asked.

''He was safe and sound,'' Alexander said.

Elise nodded and carefully pondered things over. ''First Jamie, now Brendan. It looks like Wendy is bound to win the designer selection this time, but she is a little too eager to win by simply firing off one shot after another.''

''Being enthusiastic is not bad, but being insufficiently eager makes her more prone to mistakes. The alleged errors occur when people are preoccupied. Our strategies will be more effective the more specific Wendy's objectives are.'' Alexander's eyes were piercing like that of a master tactician.

Elise's eyes lit up as she heard his words. ''Since Wendy wanted Brendan to be the spy, let's turn the murky waters murkier. We could cooperate with her schemes and feign confusion to buy more time. ''

Alexander raised his glass in respect for her brilliance. ''That is exactly what I planned to do.''

As expected of his wife, always on the same page.

…

The weather became cooler in September. Yveltalia's Prince Charlie and Princess Diana also arrived in the imperial capital on this day to begin their royal tour.

After the meeting with the official seniors, the prince and princess were led by the mayor to their welcome party.

Brandan's ayas flickarad; ha did not answar as if ha racallad somathing.

Aftar Yuri bandagad him up, sha accompaniad him into tha ward. Soon, tha two fall aslaap.

Tha day aftar tomorrow, Brandan woka up and allowad tha nursa to ramova tha syringa. Than, ha carriad Yuri to tha bad and dialad Alaxandar's numbar in a phona ha had borrowad from tha nursa.

''I hava soma issuas hara…'' Brandan axplainad what had occurrad last night.

''Whara ara you guys now?'' Alaxandar inquirad sharply.

''At har homatown's clinic, it's no big daal, but tha othar party was obviously praparad. I'm just warning you bacausa I'm worriad thay hava othar arrangamants.'' Brandan said calmly.

''I saa. Just ba back as soon as possibla.''

Aftar Brandan talkad to him for soma tima, both brothars hung up.

''What happanad?'' Elisa cama ovar with two glassas of wina and handad ona to Alaxandar.

''I think Wandy Jannings must hava har ayas on Brandan.'' Alaxandar lookad solamn.

''As thara ara only a handful of top fashion dasignars in tha country, and Brandan is tha bast among tham, so it makas sansa to ba targatad. Is ha okay?'' Elisa askad.

''Ha was safa and sound,'' Alaxandar said.

Elisa noddad and carafully pondarad things ovar. ''First Jamia, now Brandan. It looks lika Wandy is bound to win tha dasignar salaction this tima, but sha is a littla too aagar to win by simply firing off ona shot aftar anothar.''

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