Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 811 Be a Good Girl and Stop Moving

'That's not necessary." Brendan took a deep breath and frowned. "It's too troublesome. Besides, I've gotten a lot better after changing the bandages. I guess the wound opened when I moved around just now." "But-" "Don't worry about me," Brendan said firmly, cutting her short. "Mrs. Engel, you're free to go now."

Mrs. Engel had no other choice but to go ahead and clean up the mess.

Deirdre was standing frozen stiff on the spot. She seemed rather lost. Just when she turned around, Brendan held her hand.

'You have anything to ask me?" Brendan asked as he watched Deirdre fixedly. He could see that she had something to say to him. He brought her closer to him and continued. "If there's anything you want to tell me, just say it out loud. Don't keep it inside your heart. It's not good for your health. You can ask me whatever you want."

The man’s fingers were cold, and Deirdre did not know to put her feelings into words now.

Perhaps she felt sorry for him since he had gotten injured because of Tobey. From the moment she heard his wound was bleeding, she was worried about him.

But he already found Mrs. Engel annoying, so why must she bring trouble to herself?

Deirdre said as she pulled her hand back. "I just

propped himself up from the bed and followed after her. "Let me walk you to your room." 'You don't have to do that," said Deirdre, rejecting him. She fell silent for a moment and added, 'You should eat chicken soup

light in Brendan’s eyes

take it. You should go

into her room. She lay on the bed, and her head was still replaying

Did you

could sense the joy in his voice. However, his voice was filled with disappointment when she said

the chicken soup if I

in her head, she slowly closed her eyes. As she was about to slip into sleep, a well-toned body pressed against her back, and a pair of arms wrapped around her

entered Deirdre's nostrils, and

doing here? Mrs. Engel hasn't finished cleaning

was that Mrs. Engel had already finished cleaning his room. It was just that it was rare for Deirdre not to give him the cold shoulder because of her guilt. Therefore, he did not want to give up such

frowned. "But I heard this afternoon that Mrs. Engel has dried your bed sheet." "My body is weak. I want my bed sheet to