Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 829 Are You Worried About Me?

At that time, the only person he cared about was Deirdre. When he was hungry, he would order her to serve him the food regardless of how tired she was. At that time, he felt as if he was doing her a big favor by just talking to her.

'So, this is how her life was... So, this is how she felt...'

He had been in there for less than ten minutes, and he was already this tired. One could imagine how tired Deirdre was in the past.

"Brendan?" Deirdre knocked on the door again when Brendan did not respond. "Come out now. This isn't something you can do. If you want some chicken soup, I can give the recipe to Mrs. Engel and ask her to make it for you."

Brendan never expected that he would be defeated by something so trivial as cooking, while he was the alpha in the business circle.

It took him a lot of effort to cut the chicken into pieces. After that, he said," It’s okay. I'm almost done." 'He’s almost done?' Deirdre was skeptical.

"Open the door now."

Brendan hastily cleaned up the kitchen and opened the door.

Brendan and sighing. "What are you up to again?" 'You don't want to make chicken soup for me, so I'll make one for you. From now onward, I'll cook whatever you want to eat for

stunned for a moment. However, she soon came to her senses and said, 'You should stop and go back to rest right now. Your wound hasn't healed yet. If it gets any

Brendan's lips when he heard what Deirdre

Deirdre was stumped.

her to communicate with the

very clear that she did not want him to stay at home, but

injured because of Tobey, so of course,

Brendan’s face sank.

one knew better than him that his injury had nothing to do with Tobey. However, Tobey had gone to Eastgene, so Deirdre shouldn't be able to know about

price he was going to pay in the future. He gently wrapped his

with

and Brendan was a little bit reluctant to let go of her.

There are no people in the living room now," said Brendan, his voice thick with

Deirdre's face turned red.

to progress to the next step. Smoke began to rise from the stove, snapping Deirdre out of her trance. She hastily pushed Brendan’s

livid with rage as he turned off the heat. "I thought we need to let it simmer for