Chapter 810: Chapter 811

Chapter 811 Be a Good Girl and Stop Moving ‘That’s not necessary.” Brendan took a deep breath and frowned. “It’s too troublesome. Besides, I’ve gotten a lot better after changing the bandages. I guess the wound opened when I moved around just now.” “But-” “Don’t worry about me,”

Brendan said firmly, cutting her short. “Mrs. Engel, you’re free to go now.”

Mrs. Engel had no other choice but to go ahead and clean up the mess.

Deirdre was standing frozen stiff on the spot. She seemed rather lost. Just when she turned around, Brendan held her hand.

‘You have anything to ask me?” Brendan asked as he watched Deirdre fixedly. He could see that she had something to say to him. He brought her closer to him and continued. “If there’s anything you want to tell me, just say it out loud. Don’t keep it inside your heart. It’s not good for your health. You can ask me whatever you want.”

The man’s fingers were cold, and Deirdre did not know to put her feelings into words now.

Perhaps she felt sorry for him since he had gotten injured because of Tobey. From the moment she heard his wound was bleeding, she was worried about him.

But he already found Mrs. Engel annoying, so why must she bring trouble to herself?

“It’s nothing,” Deirdre said as she pulled her hand back. “I just have some questions, but they aren’t important. I’m going back to rest.”

Brendan massaged the center of his forehead as he felt tired. He propped himself up from the bed and followed after her. “Let me walk you to your room.”

‘You don’t have to do that,” said Deirdre, rejecting him. She fell silent for a moment and added, ‘You should eat chicken soup and return to your bed.”

“Chicken soup?” Brendan’s eyes lit up.

“Did you make it for me?”

“Mrs. Engel made it.”

The light in Brendan’s eyes dimmed.

“Alright. I’ll take it. You should go back and get some rest early.”

Deirdre nodded and went back into her room. She lay on the bed, and her head was still replaying Brendan’s words.

‘Chicken soup? Did you make it for me?

She could sense the joy in his voice. However, his voice was filled with disappointment when she said she had not made the soup.

‘Would he really take the chicken soup if I was the one that made it?’

With the thought in her head, she slowly closed her eyes. As she was about to slip into sleep, a well-

toned body pressed against her back, and a pair of arms wrapped around her carefully.

Brendan’s body scent entered Deirdre’s nostrils, and her eyelashes trembled.

“What are you doing here? Mrs. Engel hasn’t finished cleaning your room?” “Not yet.”

The reality was that Mrs. Engel had already finished cleaning his room. It was just that it was rare for Deirdre not to give him the cold shoulder because of her guilt.

Therefore, he did not want to give up such a good opportunity.

Deirdre frowned. “But I heard this afternoon that Mrs. Engel has dried your bed sheet.” “My body is weak. I want my bed sheet to get dry for at least two or three days.”

Deirdre was rendered speechless.

‘Then you can take my bed sheet, or I can go to sleep in your room instead.”

She tried to get up after she finished speaking, but Brendan did not give her a chance.

He felt a fiery pain from his wound after exerting some of his strength. His breathing became flustered as he said, “Be a good girl and stop moving. I’m tired.”

Deirdre could sense that he was tired from his voice, so she stopped moving and could not sleep well throughout the night.

Brendan’s wound would hurt from time to time, causing him to yelp in pain when he could not hold the pain back.

After Dr. Lang changed Brendan’s bandages the next day, Deirdre could not help herself and asked Dr.

Lang about it.

Dr. Lang pushed his glasses to hide the glint in his eyes. “You can rest assured, Miss McKinnon. This is something inevitable. After all, Mr. Brighthall rushed back here in his car one hour after his operation.

His wound opened up again along the way, so it’s going to take some time for the wound to be fully healed.”