Chapter 793 You’re Really Cruel, Deirdre
Deirdre was stunned. Brendan checked on her and discovered that a blanket covered her legs, so his mind was set at ease. Meanwhile, he just realized a patch of his arm skin was scalded.
It was fortunate that the chicken soup was not at boiling temperature, but it was hot enough to injure him. He went to wash his wound with cold water in the kitchen.
Deirdre clenched her fists tightly. As she looked at the blurry figure, her confused gaze was tainted with a tinge of guilt. However, her gaze turned apathetic the next moment. She had indeed caused her injury, yet did he feel any ounce of guilt for causing her countless injuries?
She would be duped by his trick If she were to feel sympathy for him now. After all, all he cared about was the baby, the successor of the Brighthalls.
Brendan turned around and walked out of the kitchen to discover that the living room was empty after he was done washing. The blanket used to cover her legs was tossed on the floor.
Brendan felt his arm being unprecedentedly painful for a brief moment, and the pain spread to every part of his body, including his bones, his flesh, and even his soul.
He headed upstairs and opened the door to find that Deirdre had already laid on the bed.
Brendan knew she was still awake because she had slept too much in the hospital during the day.
Still, he removed his jacket with caution and gentle movements before he lay on the bed.
As he looked at the woman’s emaciated figure, his dark eyes were filled with melancholy, and he could not help extending his hand to touch the woman’s shoulder blade and the back of her neck. He was trying to convince himself that he was not dreaming from the temperature he felt from his fingertips.
“Deirdre, I’ve been thinking about this all the time. If I hadn’t gotten close to you using Kyran’s identity, could I prevent our relationship from reaching its current state?
“Yes, I thought about it and figured you might not even have given me a chance to get close to you if I didn’t use Kyran’s identity.”
Brendan smiled bitterly-his flawlessly handsome face assumed a fragile expression at this very moment.
“I would like to ask you what sort of heinous crime I have committed that you’d hate me so much that you’d want to kill me.
“Deirdre…
“Deirdre…”
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