Chapter 884 I Won’t Let You Down

The sudden weightlessness bewildered Deirdre. She instinctively grabbed his collar as she grimaced in panic. She could feel him opening a door, and then, silently-she found herself gently plopping on the softness of her bed.

Her surroundings were too quiet, and she could hear her heart racing.

Helplessly, she cried out, "B-Brendan? B-Brendan!"

The man in question planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'm here."

She withdrew her fingers into fists. "Please, don’t..."

The nervous dread on her face annoyed him enough that he snorted.

Please don't'? Really?"

not going to take advantage of you when you're still injured. I'm only worried about you. Once I finish administering medicine

gentle that Deirdre blanked and tacitly allowed him to do whatever he wanted

poured some ointment on her injuries and rubbed them carefully, his erstwhile cool hand strangely

and braved through the process, though she would occasionally frown when it hurt. Brendan always caught it the moment her brows furrowed slightly and

her gravely, 'The people who did this to you have all been punished... severely. From now on, nobody’s going to

mind blanked, and she said, "The most important thing at the moment,

that," she said under her breath. "What I want in the end is news of my mother, so

asked, 'You’re still worried about the company,

reparation you can ever give me is telling me, with certainty, if my mother’s still alive. I don't want you to lose everything you have or become some image everyone out there spits on for some grandiose reasons like 'protecting me.' You're not some lowlife the board can just look down on. You're Brendan Brighthall! The man who's

at most, but Brendan could still detect genuine

so happy," he murmured. Deirdre was no longer the same woman who would detest him as though

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