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

him the cold shoulder

made too much noise last night. I don't want to

turned around and went into the

doing her chores inside the kitchen when Deirdre came in sipping on a glass of 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

he's not in the mood for anything because his wound hurts

she finished her milk, she asked her when she was going to the grocery

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

for her to explain anything. She just did

her alone. After all, Brendan had hurt her

I know," Mrs.