Ryker's gentle and concerned voice echoed in Deirdre's ears. Calmly, Deirdre gritted her teeth, shook her head, and pushed his hand away."I'm fine. I just ate too much, and my stomach feels uncomfortable.""It's a normal pregnancy reaction, Ms. McKinnon. You're already in the late stages of your pregnancy, but you still have a good appetite. You're not too picky with your food, which is quite lucky," Ryker replied in his usual manner."Some pregnant women experience vomiting and upset stomachs after eating, making it difficult for them to sleep at night. That kind of pain is more intense.""Yes," Deirdre said, lowering her head and gently touching her protruding abdomen. "I am lucky."As she lowered her head, several strands of her hair, which she had put up in a bun, became loose and hung down the back of her neck, exposing her porcelain skin. The hair tickled her sensitive skin, causing it to blush scarlet.Ryker's eyes darkened at the sight, and he reluctantly reached out his
Deirdre's breathing grew heavy as she put the thing on the table, her expression defensive. "Ryker, I'm willing to cooperate with you, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. You won't tell me what this thing is, and Brendan won't notice it. If he drinks it and dies, I'll be arrested again. It's like killing two birds with one stone for you, isn't it?"Ryker smiled. "How could it be poison? Remember, I said I want something he currently possesses. Otherwise, I could hypnotize him and make him end his own life, just like Cillian..."Deirdre frowned. Their purpose didn't seem to be Brendan's death."Then why did you ask me to drug him?"Ryker replied, "I told you it's a test to see if you're willing to sincerely listen to me or if you're just going through the motions. If you're willing to give it to Brendan without knowing what the drug is, then I'll share my plan with you."Deirdre pursed her lips and fell silent, her beautiful eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. Ryker picked up the drug
"Of course not," Deirdre replied softly, unsure of Brendan's reaction. "But the topic I want to talk about is related to Ryker."Brendan fixed a serious gaze on her."Go on."Since Brendan didn't mention anything else, Deirdre felt relieved, thinking he hadn't noticed what she had done to his milk. She sighed and pretended to be uneasy. "Never mind, it's nothing. After thinking about it, I realize I have nothing to say to you. You should get some rest. I'm leaving."Just as Deirdre was about to walk away, Brendan suddenly grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the bed. He positioned himself over her, making sure to avoid putting pressure on her belly, but his strong arms held her in place, preventing any movement.Deirdre panicked and placed her hands between them."Brendan! What are you doing?""What am I doing?" Brendan stared into her eyes, including the sweaty tip of her nose. "You came to my room out of nowhere, wanting to say something, but then you turned around and refu
Embarrassment flashed across Deirdre's face as she declared, "I'm leaving... Of course, I'm leaving!"She straightened up and made her way toward the door. However, just as she reached for the doorknob, she sensed movement behind her.Suddenly, a muscular arm stretched out from the side and forcefully slammed the door shut, catching Deirdre off guard. Standing closest to her, Brendan emitted erratic hot breaths on the back of her neck."What did you do?" Brendan's question tightened Deirdre's body, but she feigned ignorance."What?""Don't play dumb!" Brendan's grip on her hand tightened.Deirdre inadvertently noticed Brendan's scorching skin."What did you do to that glass of milk? Why do I feel unwell?"Deirdre's pupils twitched. Did Ryker lie to her? Didn't he assure her that Brendan wouldn't be harmed?In the next instant, she turned her head and frantically searched Brendan's body, her teeth chattering nervously. "What's wrong? What's happening? You— Ah!"Brendan abruptl
In an instant, Brendan stabbed the fruit knife toward his arm without hesitation, feeling a sudden pain that brought him back to his senses. Clenching the knife tightly and gritting his teeth, he stumbled toward the bathroom.Unable to see the blood but catching its scent, Deirdre refrained from touching Brendan and gritted her teeth, hastily leaving the room.Downstairs, Frances was still tidying up. Holding her breath, Deirdre urged, "Call the doctor! Tell him to come right away!"Knowing that Brendan had his own family doctor, Frances agreed, but when she picked up the phone, she hesitated and ended up calling Ryker instead."Deirdre wants to call the family doctor?" Ryker feigned ignorance and asked, "What happened?"Frances explained, "Ms. McKinnon was in Mr. Brighthall's room, and then Mr. Brighthall went in. Afterward, Ms. McKinnon rushed out to call the family doctor.""I understand," Ryker replied.Confused by his response, Frances asked, "Mr. Wight, should I call the d
The current Deirdre was the piece of meat that Brendan could feast on. Even if Deirdre's protruding abdomen trembled violently as if it couldn't withstand any torture… Brendan's eyes were red, and he lost his mind and bent down.Desperate, Deirdre searched for something at the top of her head. Upon finding the object, she hesitated for only two seconds before hurling it at Brendan's neck. With a loud thud, Brendan fell headfirst onto her body and toppled sideways.Instinctively, Deirdre supported his head, but the blood on her hand pushed her emotions to the brink. With red eyes and gritted teeth, she rose from the ground, turned off the water, and reached for a bathrobe.As she touched the unconscious man on the ground again, his body still radiated intense heat. The moment her hand made contact, it scalded her. Deirdre's hatred for Ryker intensified.But what surprised her even more was...Deirdre's gaze landed on a certain place, causing her to feel awkward. After struggling fo
The family doctor went upstairs, followed by Frances, but Deirdre stopped her. "You don't need to come up! Just wait downstairs.""Ms. McKinnon, since your eyesight is not good and the doctor needs to take care of Mr. Brighthall, I can be of great help by staying by your side," Frances offered.Deirdre was aware of Frances' potential assistance, but Brendan's unique condition made her cautious. Frances could be a spy for Ryker, so Deirdre couldn't reveal the truth."It's not a big issue. I'll manage alone in the room. You can go downstairs and make some tea. I'll come down and have it later," Deirdre replied firmly.With that, Deirdre entered the room with the family doctor and closed the door.The family doctor was stunned when he saw Brendan lying unconscious on the carpet, blood on the back of his neck."He was drugged! I'm pregnant, and if I didn't knock him out, something bad would have happened!" Deirdre explained.The family doctor snapped out of his daze, realizing that
"Mhmm." Deirdre replied quickly, "He's much better now. The fever has subsided.""That's good," said the family doctor, pointing to the prescription. "I've prescribed some medicine for Mr. Brighthall. Boil it for him tomorrow morning. As for the wounds on his arm and the back of his neck, I'll come by later to re-dress them.""Alright, thank you," nodded Deirdre.The family doctor didn't linger for long as it was late and quickly left with his medicinal kit.Before heading back upstairs to her room, Deirdre instructed Frances.Closing the door behind her, she felt an intense ache in her lower back, making it difficult to stand up straight. Her face displayed a complex expression as certain images flashed through her mind—shame and uneasiness made it hard for her to lift her head.Fortunately, today's incident had finally come to an end. Deirdre cleaned herself up in the bathroom and lay in bed, contemplating how she would explain everything to Brendan the next day.However, Bren