Deirdre was taken aback. She hadn't thought of this outcome before."How could you not remember how much you drank?" she asked.Brendan closed his eyes, furrowed his brows, and struggled with the memory."I-I'm not sure," he replied.Deirdre heard his confusion and soothingly placed her fingers on his arm. "It's okay. If you really drank too much, it's possible to forget how much you had.""Sorry," Brendan apologized.Brendan leaned in to kiss Deirdre's soft lips.She shook her head, indicating that he didn't need to apologize, but her expression remained serious."After what happened today, I still hope you'll pay more attention to Emily," she said.Deirdre couldn't quite put her finger on it, but Emily gave her an uneasy feeling. And since Emily was fond of Brendan, she might do some crazy things to get him."You don't like her?" asked Brendan."Yes, I don't like her. If it weren't because my eyes need treatment, I would have wanted her to leave right away," replied Deirdr
Deirdre felt a bit frustrated, but she managed to hold back her outburst because she was thin-skinned."But if it's these issues, didn't the doctor say…""What did he say?"Deirdre turned around. "Forget it. He didn't say anything."She closed her eyes and complained about her personality. She didn't know if it was because of pregnancy, but her emotions were becoming more and more uncontrollable. Sometimes, she wanted to stay calm and maintain a normal attitude, but it was difficult to do so.Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed onto her waist. Brendan had taken off his shirt at some point, his warm body pressing against hrs from the side. His breath was hot and suppressive."Deirdre, are your thoughts the same as mine?"Brendan's hands on her were filled with intense heat and suppressed tremors, as if all it took was one command from Deirdre for his soul, burning with passion, to break through the body and envelope Deirdre, melding with her.Brendan's heavy breath made Deird
Emily assumed a graceful, innocent demeanor as she usually did. "Mrs. Engel, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're talking about? I was only asking about Mr. Brighthall's whereabouts. Will you please tell me where he is?"Mrs. Engel smiled upon hearing that as she cleaned the floor. "Mr. Brighthall stayed in Mrs. Brighthall's room the whole night since yesterday to appease her. He has yet to leave the room. I believe that they are still resting now in view of their close relationship. It would be better for you to wait on the sofa."'What?'Emily took an unwilling glance at the upper floor. Soon afterward, she comforted herself, thinking that nothing would happen between them because Deirdre was pregnant. Emily took a seat on the sofa and began scrolling through her phone. Half an hour later, Brendan put on a shirt and got out of the room to get water. He was caught off guard when he saw the woman sitting on the sofa when he came downstairs. Emily
Deirdre's strength was weak, so it was almost akin to a tickle when the pillow landed on his body. On the contrary, it teased and aroused Brendan, so he wrapped his arms around Deirdre and unleashed his desire for her for a while more. Only when Deirdre assumed a serious expression did Brendan begin to get her some clothes. Deirdre put on her clothes and left the room in a hurry. "You're awake, Miss McKinnon."Deirdre only realized that Emily was there upon hearing the commotion downstairs. However, Brendan did not mention that to her from the start, and she figured he did not tell her because he did not wish to displease her.She believed that Emily had seen her panicked state earlier. "You have a very good relationship with Mr. Brighthall, Miss McKinnon. You've just gotten out of bed when it's almost noon…" Emily got up from the sofa and blurted in an envious tone, "However, I would like to remind you, as your attending physician, that you're pregnant now. You might find yo
Brendan looked at Emily with his cold, dark eyes from the side. Emily continued to speak. "I'm not stopping you from showing your affection to Miss McKinnon. It's because Miss McKinnon's blood clot is in her brain, and doing that… is very stimulating to the brain. Moreover, it will move the blood clot to a certain extent."There is only a small portion of the blood clot that is currently compressing on the optic nerve. What's going to happen if there is an external impact then?"Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. "So, you're saying I'm not allowed to touch her?"Emily smiled and said, "It would be best for you not to touch her because it won't be beneficial for Miss McKinnon's condition. However, it would still depend on how you feel about this anyhow. If you insist on it, there's nothing that I can do either.""I understand."Brendan felt a heavy feeling in his chest, yet he knew he could not be selfish with his needs for Deirdre. "Is there anything else?" He spoke in a cold tone
Emily appeared serious. "I would like to pay a visit to the location to check out the environment. Will you take me there, Mr. Brighthall?"Deirdre came to understand Emily's intention. She requested to talk to Brendan in private earlier and was trying to figure out a way to go out with Brendan now. She took great pains to do that. Deirdre would not be bothered if this was any other day, yet Deirdre could feel that Emily was using dirty tricks after yesterday's incident. "Mrs. Engel is on her way back from the market. She'll take you there personally when she's back. That would be better."Emily checked her watch. "However, I'm very busy and may not be unoccupied later."Deirdre got up right away and said, "I shall take you there then.""You…"Emily's expression changed. Deirdre raised an eyebrow. "You seem to be very disappointed, Miss Collins. Is it because the person taking you there is not the right person?"Emily bit her lower lip and forced a smile while she said,
It was no wonder why Deirdre did not react at all from the moment Emily prepared the coffee and headed upstairs while ignoring Deirdre.Emily was convinced that Deirdre knew about Brendan's trigger. 'What a malicious woman!'Emily suppressed the panic in her chest and explained softly, "I don't intend to barge into your personal space, Mr. Brighthall. I have something to discuss with you, yet you are still in the study. I'm about to leave soon, so there is nothing else that I can do. Hence, I seized the opportunity to send a coffee to you so I could speak to you."Brendan looked at her without changing his expression or speaking. He waited for her to continue her speech. Emily suppressed her anxiety and said, "I checked out the farmers' market where Miss McKinnon's food comes from. The environment is not very hygienic. Moreover, she would be more suited to a low-fat and sodium diet. I'm thinking of creating a recipe myself and bringing over cooking ingredients daily so the serva
'What the heck!? How dare a measly servant walk all over me?'Meanwhile, the phone in Emily's bag rang. Emily was not planning on taking the call since she was terribly upset, yet the caller refused to hang up.She pulled out her phone and took the call in an extremely annoyed tone. "Who's this?"The other end of the call was silent for two seconds before a muffled peal of laughter sounded. "It seems that you've been aggrieved tremendously by Brendan, huh, Miss Collins?"Emily's temples bulged up. "Who are you?"She furrowed her eyebrows tightly in extreme vigilance. 'How could this person know that Brendan has aggrieved me?'"Don't be so anxious, Miss Collins. I don't bear any ill intention toward you. On the contrary, I'm here to help you.""Help me?" Emily was inherently arrogant and refused to be associated with an evil person like this. "How dare you claim you're here to help me when you don't have the courage to show yourself instead of hiding in the dark sneakily?"