Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 810 Hemorrhage

A sharp sting spread out from his heart to the rest of his innards. It hurt so much even his injury on the right arm paled in comparison.

"Alright. If you won't, then I won’t ask for it either."

He assented instead of demanding his request be met.

Deirdre’s eyelashes trembled. She was surprised to see him showing no anger. She was surprised he managed to calm himself and not make it an issue.

On the top floor of a hotel in Neve, a man knocked on the door of the luxury suite before reporting to a man standing in front of the floor-to- ceiling window.

Brighthall has left the

reflecting off its rim. He set the glass down. "Oh? Did he notice it?" "No." Disdain animated the underling. "We successfully ambushed him, meaning he was not sharp enough to notice things like that. I doubt he knew we bribed the operating doctor into introducing medicines that could make his injuries worse after the operation." 'Then why did he leave?" "Deirdre McKinnon. The first thing Brendan did after waking up was to run away to meet her. It seems obvious that he treasures her, and so by sheer

drug to his wounds just today. The dosage may not be much, but it’s only a matter of two weeks for his wounds to be infected and deteriorate. His body will be done for." "Perfect." The man turned away and watched the unsuspecting crowd going about their days on the streets

one of

Engel's carefully-prepared chicken soup as the older woman glanced at the stairs. "Mr. Brighthall hasn't eaten anything since the afternoon, has he? And now, he's all cooped up in

much today. He had left almost

it was because his wound was hurting too much or if he was full from Deirdre's pasta. Either way, he should be coming downstairs for dinner instead of skipping

some, Mrs. Engel.”

Sam suddenly clambered out of the door with bloodied bandages on his hand,

wrong, Mrs. Engel?” "Nothing at all, Miss McKinnon! I accidentally knocked the soup over!" she cried out as she scanned the bandages on Sam's hand. Worried, she glanced into the study and asked quietly, "What... What's going

scent of blood in the