”Liar!” snarled Deirdre, scowling. She could not believe herself. Falling for another one of Brendan’s lies again!?She turned away from him and ignored him.Brendan locked his fingers into the spaces between hers and pressed his chest against her back. “Don’t be mad.” He breathed in her ears, his warm breath ticklish. “You’re hungry, aren’t you? I should make you some pasta.”“You?” Deirdre scoffed. With injuries like that, he could set the whole kitchen on fire from something as innocuous as making pasta. “I'd rather do it myself. Leave me be.”Brendan’s eyes trembled. A smile shadowed his lips. “Are you telling me you’re going to make a portion for me?”“How did you even come to that? I’m making pasta for myself. I ask you to leave because you’re getting in my way!” She shoved him aside and took some leafy vegetables from a clean, clear bag. Deirdre had spent quite some time in the kitchen shortly after she was married, so she knew its layouts and where everything was by ro
”You’re wrong. You can help me.” Brendan’s lips began to loom close. His face seemed to be zooming in on her eyes. She still could not make out much of his features, but she could feel his breath washing over her.She instinctively froze. “How was I supposed to help?”“Kiss me to relieve me of my pain.”Deirdre’s expression darkened. “This cr*p again?” she snapped and ignored him altogether, rising to her feet as though she was going.Brendan reached out and caught her in the wrist, and the pain of something being torn open flared on his arm.He took a shaky breath, and his fingers quivered. Still, he refused to let go.“Brendan? Are you okay?”He fixed his eyes on her alarmed expression and reacted with a helpless grimace. “I know you hate my guts, Deirdre, but my injury came from rescuing your friend. Can’t you at least be a little nicer to me while I’m recovering?”Deirdre found herself having no counterargument. She would freely admit to loathing Brendan with every fiber of
A sharp sting spread out from his heart to the rest of his innards. It hurt so much even his injury on the right arm paled in comparison. “Alright. If you won’t, then I won’t ask for it either.”He assented instead of demanding his request be met. Deirdre’s eyelashes trembled. She was surprised to see him showing no anger. She was surprised he managed to calm himself and not make it an issue.-On the top floor of a hotel in Neve, a man knocked on the door of the luxury suite before reporting to a man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. “Sir? Brendan Brighthall has left the hospital.”The man played with the wineglass between his fingers and watched the light reflecting off its rim. He set the glass down. “Oh? Did he notice it?”“No.” Disdain animated the underling. “We successfully ambushed him, meaning he was not sharp enough to notice things like that. I doubt he knew we bribed the operating doctor into introducing medicines that could make his injuries wors
“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 b
“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 whe
“Really?” Brendan’s eyes lit up.Deirdre had never once smiled ever since she stepped foot into this mansion, and this was the first time she said she wanted to go out to get some fresh air. “I’ll come with you,” he said, his voice thick with exhilaration. Deirdre frowned. “Why do you want to come with us?”“I can help you to carry stuff. I can be the driver too.”Even Mrs. Engel could sense the submissiveness in Brendan's voice. He used to be a very powerful person in Neve. There was no way he would willingly become other people’s driver.Deirdre turned her head sideways and said, “That’s not necessary. Look at the wound on your shoulder. I doubt you’ll be able to hold anything right now, let alone carry some heavy stuff. We can walk there ourselves. We don’t need you to drive us there.”Brendan’s face sank. “I just don’t want you to leave my side, Deirdre.”Deirdre remained silent. She opened the door and bumped into Sam.Sam greeted her, and when he saw Brendan, he said
“You’re talking about the Brighthall Group?” “Yeah, when I first saw him, I thought he was a good man since he is so good-looking and has a successful career. I didn't expect him to do something like that. Just like people always say, you can't judge a book by its cover.”“Yeah, but I don't think this is something strange at all. After all, he's so powerful that he can do whatever he wants, and that's not something we common people can do anything about. I just feel a little bit disgusted. He can make the law bend to his will just because he has some power.”‘That’s right. Now that everyone in the city knows about it, he can’t run away anymore. Well, he deserves it. If it weren’t for the whistleblower, all of us would still be in the dark…”Deirdre stopped in her tracks.Mrs. Engel also heard their conversation, and she asked, “Mrs. Brighthall, are they talking about Mr. Brighthall?”“I have no idea either…” Deirdre’s head was a muddled mess.Those people’s words were filled wi
“Shameless! Get back to prison! No, you should be executed! You need to pay with your life!” “Get back to prison! Get back to prison!” Everyone shouted in chorus and started throwing stuff at Deirdre to vent their anger in the victim's place.Mrs. Engel hastily protected Deirdre under her arms and shouted, “Stop! Stop it! She’s pregnant!”“Pregnant? A killer like her shouldn’t even be allowed to have a baby!”“An apple won't fall far from its tree! An evil criminal like her will only give birth to another murderer! She should get an abortion!”The passersby were indignant, throwing eggs and vegetables at her relentlessly. Some of them even grabbed her hair and started beating her. This was the scene that Brendan saw when he arrived at the grocery store. His eyes became bloodshot as he charged into the grocery store.“Get off her!” Brendan pushed away those people who were beating Deirdre and protected her under his body. He ignored the pain on his shoulder and looked at De