Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 813 The Bullet Didn’t Hit You "Really?"

Brendan's eyes lit up.

Deirdre had never once smiled ever since she stepped foot into this mansion, and this was the first time she said she wanted to go out to get some fresh air.

"I’ll come with you," he said, his voice thick with exhilaration.

Deirdre frowned. "Why do you want to come with us?" "I can help you to carry stuff. I can be the driver too."

Even Mrs. Engel could sense the submissiveness in Brendan's voice. He used to be a very powerful person in Neve. There was no way he would willingly become other people’s driver.

Deirdre turned her head sideways and said, 'That's not necessary. Look at the wound on your shoulder. I doubt you'll be able to hold anything right now, let alone carry some heavy stuff. We can walk there ourselves. We don't need you to drive us there."

Brendan's face sank. "I just don't want you to leave my side, Deirdre."

opened the door

greeted her, and when he saw Brendan, he said, "Sir, you can't go out with your injury." "I'll be

so he turned his head around to Deirdre and

to Brendan and commanded plainly,

after her in the end. He just looked at her and said in a raspy voice, "I'll wait for

much, Mrs. Brighthall. He doesn't seem like someone who'll give up so easily. I thought he was going to come with us to the grocery store today, but you managed to talk

placed her hand on the stomach and said, "Maybe he doesn't want me

In the mansion...

daggers at Sam, causing the latter to feel like he was the

you to go out with Miss McKinnon, but

you to change your bandages. Your wound might get infected if you don’t change your bandages on time. At that

that Dr. Lang had put on him, revealing

with rage when he saw the wound. 'That son of