Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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.”

wound. This was something

the cold shoulder and

noise last

around and went

milk. When Mrs. Engel saw Deirdre, she sighed. "Mr. Brighthall didn't eat anything today and yesterday." "He didn't eat the chicken soup yesterday?" "He did... But he put it down and stared at it after taking a few sips. I wonder if it's because he

Mrs. Engel. Your soup tastes good. I think he's not in the mood for anything because his wound hurts too much." "Well, I

again after what Mrs. Engel said. After she finished her milk, she asked her when she was going to the

with you. I want to cook something today. It's just that I wonder if I can find the ingredients I want at this hour." "I'm sure you can find them," said Mrs. Engel. She had a lot of faith in Deirdre's cooking skills and was grinning from ear to ear, "Mrs. Brighthall, I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you going to cook for Mr. Brighthall so that his wound

need for her to explain anything. She just did not want Tobey

all, Brendan had hurt her a lot, but

know, I know,"