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.”

This was something he did not dare to

gave him the cold shoulder and pushed his arm

get it wrong. You made too much noise last night. I

around and went into the

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

said," Don't worry about that, Mrs. Engel. Your soup tastes good. I think he's not in the mood for anything because his wound

her

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 will heal faster? That's great! Don't worry. I'll make sure you can find all the ingredients you need! Mr. Brighthall will be very happy when he finds you’re going to cook for him." "Mrs. Engel, please calm down," Deirdre said helplessly. "I'm not cooking for him because I’m worried about him. It's just... Anyway, forget about

her to explain anything.

her alone. After all, Brendan had hurt her a lot, but since he had saved Tobey, she figured she should help Tobey to pay Brendan

know, I know,"