Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

"The door is not locked."

Deirdre pushed the door in and heard the sound of Brendan coughing more clearly.

Brendan didn't know it was Deirdre who knocked on the door, so he demanded after a moment, "Sam, go get me a glass of water."

Deirdre turned and went downstairs without much thought.

There wasn't any hot water, so Deirdre got a kettle to boil some hot water. When she went back to Brendan, she brought along a first-aid box.

When Brendan stood up to take the glass of water, he saw a woman's slender and fair fingers and looked up to the owner.

"Why is it you?" Brendan took a deep breath before realizing that because Deirdre was sleeping in the mansion today, Sam should have left by now.

Deirdre didn’t reply to Brendan but asked as she put the first-aid box on the bedside table, "Where's the coughing medicine?"

merely drank half a glass of water and lay back on

lips. "Brendan Brighthall, it's not like you to lose your temper. If you cough so intensely like this and refuse to take medicine, you'll have to go

that, she kept silent for two seconds and suggested, "Would

very sensitive about Brendan's health-just a call, and Brendan would be forced

at Deirdre for a while

downcast eyes, "Where is the coughing

looking. They have

startled.

they not have expired?" Brendan smirked. "You were the one who has been managing this first-aid box and bought all

eyes darkened for a moment, and she said, "Then I'll

are you thinking, actually?" Brendan had completely lost his patience. After a low-pitched wheezing sound, he said," We're divorced, aren't we? I have

what Brendan was trying to say toward the end because his voice was getting weaker

didn’t know what was happening, she frowned tightly

only heard the sounds of muffled cough and