Chapter 322: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 323

Chapter 323 Who Are You?

At the end of the dinner, Deirdre went upstairs and rummaged through her bag for her allergy medicine while enduring her discomfort.

However, she hadn’t brought the allergy medicine because she never ate yam.

Therefore, she could only endure the nausea and dizziness. While lying on the bed, she felt pain. Even at that moment, she was afraid to be seen by Madame Brighthall and covered herself with a blanket.

At that moment, she suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened from outside, and Brendan’s unhappy voice followed it.

“Deirdre, do you think that I’m taking you here to rest? Get out!”

Seeing that Deirdre didn’t respond, he lifted the blanket coldly and saw Deirdre’s skin was covered with rashes. She was lying curled up, panting as if she was on the verge of death.

“Deirdre!”

Brendan was shocked. He dropped the blanket and grabbed Deirdre’s shoulder as he said with panic in his eyes, “What’s going on?”

Deirdre held back her sadness as she tried spitting out words. “Allergy Allergic to yam.

Brendan got what she meant and roared, “Are you stupid!? Why did you eat it when you know you’re allergic to yam!”

“B-because… you’ll be unhappy…”

Brendan was stupefied. When he recollected his senses, he carried Deirdre and rushed downstairs without hesitation. Meanwhile, from Deirdre’s perspective, she saw Brendan panicking like never before. His resolute jawline was tightly stretched, like a string being pulled tight.

It was because of this emotion Deirdre had gained the courage to persist.

She had assumed Brendan still cared for her even though he always would provoke her.

Otherwise, how could he run red lights recklessly with his eyes reddened just to try to save her life?

He could simply leave her behind. She was a mere substitute, after all.

Nevertheless, Deirdre finally realized that Brendan didn’t care about her. What he cared about was her face, her identity, and Charlene.

Thinking of Brendan, Deirdre had a heartache again.

Deirdre’s lips turned pale. When Eilis saw it, she hurriedly held Deirdre’s hands. “Are you alright, Deirdre?” Deirdre forced a smile. I’m fine.”

It was just in time when a waitress came over. Hence, Deirdre turned to the waitress and requested, “Hi, I have a stomachache. Can you please take me to the restroom?”

“Sure, please come with me.”

Eilis wanted to go along with Deirdre, but the latter did not allow her. “Madame Russell, no worries, I can go myself. You should just enjoy your meal. I’ll come back in a bit. Moreover, we are now in a hotel, not on the road. I won’t be lost.”

“Alright, do come back quickly.”

“Sure.”

Deirdre could remember the path toward the restroom under the guidance of the waitress. Therefore, before she entered, she said, “Thank you, miss. You may now go back to your work. I’ll take a long time, so I’ll return on my own later.”

“Are you sure you can return on your own?”

“Yes, I can remember the distance.”

Since Deirdre had said so, the waitress left without hesitation because she had other things to do as well.

Deirdre got into the restroom and washed her face, trying to wake herself up.

Even though the water was cold, she didn’t feel calm but sophisticated.

She didn’t know why Kyran had taken away that yam pastry. Did he do it by accident, or did he know of her allergy?

Shuddering, Deirdre bit her lower lip as she recalled each time when Kyran helped her.

They were mere strangers. Even Deirdre herself couldn’t be so good to a stranger. Moreover, Kyran was someone with high status. Who was he? Could he be…