Chapter 812 Are You Going to Cook for Him, Ms. Mckinnon?

“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