Chapter 803: Chapter 804

Chapter 804 In the End, You Can’t Bear to See Me in Pain, Too Sam shot a worried glance at Deirdre and left. The door closed behind him, but Deirdre was still one step away from opening it again.

Brendan gritted through his pain and beckoned. “Come here, Deirdre.”

She did not move. Instead, she asked, “Doesn’t your wound need to be addressed?”

Brendan’s eyes glinted. “Are you concerned about me?”

Deirdre snickered. “Is that even possible?”

Brendan’s eyes dimmed. “No,” he remarked with a slight hint of self- deprecation.

Deirdre clenched her hands. “Glad we’re on the same page. Now, I’m going if there’s nothing else for me here.” “Where to? It’s late at night.” “Downstairs where I can sleep. Or maybe share a bed with Mrs.

Engel.”

Brendan’s eyes turned cold. His tone turned firm, like an order. “Come here.”

Deirdre was about to say something when he interjected warningly, “You know how I’m like, right? Don’t make me say it twice.”

If she made him say it twice, there would be consequences. Deirdre had no idea what kind it could be, but she knew it was going to be unbearable. Casting her eyes to the floor, she made her way slowly to him.

Brendan helped her into the bed and pulled her into a cuddle, where Deirdre remained stiff.

He sniffed the woman’s scent hard until his nerves calmed. “Aren’t you curious?

Curious about what has happened to me, maybe?” He rested his head on her bosom.

He stopped for a second or two and said, ‘Your wish almost came true, Deirdre. I almost died.”

Deirdre could not tell what he meant when he claimed it was her wish, but she was too disinterested to tell him she had no such wish, either.

‘You reap what you sow. I have a hard time thinking you didn’t expect something like this to happen as you do whatever the h*lI you like.”

‘Yes, I expected this.” Brendan felt a hint of resentment as he fixed his gaze on her.

“‘What I didn’t expect is you being so acrimonious and callous, Deirdre. You won’t even spare me a neutral consolation even when I was injured because of you.”

Deirdre was stunned for a moment before pushing him away. “I am not Charlene! If you want someone to kiss your wound, you should ask her. You should stop wasting your time trying to gain something impossible from me.”

She wanted to go, but Brendan’s fingers were stubbornly locked between hers. She struggled for a while until she heard a pained groan.

She stopped.

Brendan could not let that brief moment of mercy go unnoticed-even if it meant it could be denied. ‘You still can’t bear to see me hurt, can you?”

Deirdre looked up. “No, I can’t bear to be incarcerated over charges like injuring Mr. Brighthall again.

But if you want to think that’s the reason, go ahead. It’s not like I can stop you.”

Brendan resented her caustic sneers, yet he was just as hungry for any moment he could spend with her.

Deirdre lay next to him for a while until Sam knocked on the door to announce the doctor had arrived.

As the doctor came inside, Deirdre slipped out at the first chance she saw.

She passed Sam by and suddenly stopped. “Sam.” “Miss McKinnon?”

Brendan had said she was the reason he had gotten hurt in the first place. It was a brief mention, and Deirdre had dismissed it completely. But now? It stuck out in her mind.

“Why was he injured?”

Sam was surprised to see Deirdre show concern, though the joy in his eyes quickly died. “Miss McKinnon, I… Mr. Brighthall has explicitly forbidden me from telling you, but I think you’ve misunderstood him way too much. I know you hate him, but I think you should know about all the things he has done for you, regardless. He went somewhere remote and far because he was on a case that concerned you. There, he was attacked.

“Had Mr. Brighthall not remained as calm and unperturbed as he was, none of us would be alive right now.”

“A case that concerns me?” Deirdre found the revelation more puzzling than enlightening. ‘What about me?”