Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 807

Chapter 807 Your Cheeks Have Turned Red

Deirdre thought of Kyran. Those moments used to be so sweet… And now she felt an equal amount of dejection. She nodded as she pushed back against the tide of emotions. “If you don’t mind, fine.”

Deirdre fell asleep shortly after that. Imagine her surprise when she found herself still cuddling with him-she had used Brendan’s arm as her pillow since last night, and she had not changed her position at all.

Reeling from her shock, she quickly sat up. Brendan massaged his numbing arm. “Oh, you’re up?” “Aren’t you supposed to go to work?” she blabbered.

Her pregnancy had made her lethargic as of late. By this point, it was already 8:00 or 9:00 a.m. On the other hand, Brendan was an early riser-he would wake up at 6:00 a.m. and go to work at 7:00 a.m. sharp. So why was he still here?

“I’m injured.” Brendan’s eyes were transfixed on Deirdre. They would not leave her.

“As such, I’m staying at home to recuperate. I’ll only go back there once I’m healed up.”

Deirdre thought he made sense, so she nodded groggily and climbed down from the bed. Brendan sat up, and then he took an exaggeratedly sharp inhale.

“What is it?”

He moved his arm. “My injured right arm hurts, while my left arm, after being used by a certain someone, has been rendered unavailable for the time being. How am I supposed to get dressed?”

Deirdre’s cheeks warmed a little. Guessing who that “certain someone” was must be the puzzle of the century, judging by that tone!

‘Then don’t get dressed at all.”

Brendan raised an eyebrow. “And let Mrs. Engel see me top-naked? Let her admire all the marks you’ve left on me?”

Deirdre was flustered. “What marks, Brendan? You tell me right now!”

He said, ‘There are scratch marks, some saliva stain, and-” “Enough!” She bit her lips.

Brendan was making things up just because she could not see! “Ha ha, very funny. I don’t leave marks or any kind of a mess when I sleep. You’re pulling my leg!”

Brendan nodded. ‘Then we shall let Mrs. Engel be the judge.” “…Come back here.”

Deirdre rummaged through the closet, found one of Brendan’s shirts, and began to help him. It was a rather intimate process. She found her hand coming into contact with his muscular, toned muscles several times. She could sense an almost burning heat emanating from it or the force each of his muscle cells seemed to be storing reacting against her touch.

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Suddenly, she felt very self-conscious. She hung her head low as she buttoned his shirt.

‘Your cheeks are all red.”

Brendan had been staring at her face the whole time. He had been privy to every change to her visage as he observed her, and his eyes grew bright with joy. That injury suddenly felt so worthwhile!

After all, it made Deirdre lose a reason to put him at wide berth. Deirdre looked away and said coldly, “You’re seeing things.”

She hurriedly finished with his buttons and strode out of the room as fast as she could. It took the nipping air outside to cool her cheeks off. Since she could not see, the man had to get really close to her while she helped him dress. The heat he radiated kept making her flustered.

Deirdre came downstairs to find no sign of Mrs. Engel. At that point, Brendan appeared behind her and explained, “Her son’s bringing his girlfriend home today, so she took a half-day leave and said she’s only going to return in the afternoon.”

Deirdre understood what that meant, but no understanding could make her stop feeling so starved. It was yet another change her pregnancy had brought her-first, she became too lethargic, and now she became too easily hungry. It was impossible for her to wait for brunch in the afternoon.

She made her way to the kitchen and searched the fridge for quick and easy food. She found one, and Brendan snatched it away. ‘These are unhygienic and lacking in nutrition! And you’re okay with feeding our child these!?”

Deirdre mounted a protest before she stopped herself and questioned,” Isn’t your arm too numb to move?”

He coughed. “It was. And then it got better.”