Chapter 811: Chapter 812

Chapter 812 Are You Going to Cook for Him, Ms. Mckinnon?

‘Then why would his wound hurt at night?”

Brendan looked at Deirdre in surprise. He could not hold himself back and held her hand with their fingers interlaced.

Dr. Lang sighed. ‘This is normal when inflammation happens. But as long as Mr. Brighthall takes medicine accordingly and avoids some food, his wound will heal eventually.” “Alright, then,” said Deirdre.

After Dr. Lang left, Brendan grabbed Deirdre carefully in his arms. There was a hint of joy in his pair of eyes as he said, “Are you worried about me, Deirdre?”

Before waiting for Deirdre to say anything, he continued. “I’m really happy about it.” She was worried about his wound. This was something he did not dare to imagine before today.

Deirdre gave him the cold shoulder and pushed his arm again.

“Please, don’t get it wrong. You made too much noise last night. I don’t want to get disturbed by you anymore.”

After that, she turned around and went into the kitchen.

Mrs. Engel was doing her chores inside the kitchen when Deirdre came in sipping on a glass of milk.

When Mrs. Engel saw Deirdre, she sighed. “Mr. Brighthall didn’t eat anything today and yesterday.”

“He didn’t eat the chicken soup yesterday?”

“He did… But he put it down and stared at it after taking a few sips. I wonder if it’s because he doesn’t like it,” Mrs. Engel said worriedly.

Deirdre fell silent for a moment. When she came to her senses, she said,” Don’t worry about that, Mrs.

Engel. Your soup tastes good. I think he’s not in the mood for anything because his wound hurts too much.”

“Well, I hope so. But if Mr. Brighthall refuses to eat or drink anything, his wound might not heal.”

Deirdre fell silent again after what Mrs. Engel said. After she finished her milk, she asked her when she was going to the grocery store.

“Around 10:00 a.m. What’s the matter?”

“I’ll go with you. I want to cook something today. It’s just that I wonder if I can find the ingredients I want at this hour.”

“I’m sure you can find them,” said Mrs. Engel. She had a lot of faith in Deirdre’s cooking skills and was grinning from ear to ear, “Mrs. Brighthall, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you going to cook for Mr. Brighthall so that his wound will heal faster? That’s great! Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you can find all the ingredients you need! Mr. Brighthall will be very happy when he finds you’re going to cook for him.”

“Mrs. Engel, please calm down,” Deirdre said helplessly. “I’m not cooking for him because I’m worried about him. It’s just… Anyway, forget about it.”

She felt there was no need for her to explain anything. She just did not want Tobey to owe Brendan anything.

She would not care about it if Brendan had just helped her alone. After all, Brendan had hurt her a lot, but since he had saved Tobey, she figured she should help Tobey to pay Brendan back.

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Engel said happily.

Deirdre had never shown any intention of cooking for Brendan before, and this was the first time. Mrs.

Engel dried her hand on her apron and asked,” Should we go earlier?”

“Sure. Oh yeah, don’t tell Brendan that I’m going to cook for him. Just tell him that I’m just bored.”

If not, Brendan might misunderstand something.

“Sure! Sure!”

Mrs. Engel cleaned up the kitchen and brought Deirdre a jacket.

Brendan was having a meeting on his laptop. When he saw Deirdre was wearing a jacket, he closed his laptop and asked, “Where are you going?”

‘What’s the matter? Are you going to restrict my freedom now? Can’t I even go out?” Deirdre replied without turning her head.

“No…” Brendan was stumped. ‘That’s not what I mean…” “Mr. Brighthall, Mrs.

Brighthall just feels bored, so she wants to go to the grocery store with me to get something as well as to get some fresh air.”