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.”

was something he did not dare to

cold shoulder and pushed

noise last

she turned around

on a glass of milk. When Mrs. Engel saw Deirdre, she sighed. "Mr. Brighthall didn't eat anything today and yesterday." "He

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

after what Mrs. Engel said. After she finished her milk, she asked her when

don't mind me asking, but are you going to cook for Mr. Brighthall

to explain anything. She just did not want

Brendan had just helped her alone. After all, Brendan had hurt her a lot,

know," Mrs.

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