Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 805

Chapter 805 Are You Concerned About Me?

Sam almost gave her the answer straight away. He had to stop himself right before it happened and change it to something less direct. “It’s… someone very important to you.” “Someone important… to me?”

His answer threw her mind into disarray. She knew Sam would never lie to her over something so trivial, but if that were the case, then who could this person be?

A figure took form in her mind, and she immediately rejected it.

It could not be her. She was dead. Her mother was dead.

“Who?” “I can’t tell you, Miss McKinnon.” Sam intoned helplessly. “All I’m allowed to say is that I did not lie when I said Mr. Brighthall had not been spending his time with Charlene at all. Instead, he had been using all this time to redeem himself in your eyes.

‘When he was attacked by a gunman yesterday, all he cared about was calling you to tell you he’s fine. But his phone was switched off, and maybe that was why he raced to this place from the hospital as quickly as he could.” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Deirdre remembered how Mrs. Engel could not reach him in the afternoon yesterday. She had been under the impression that Brendan was ignoring them out of annoyance, but it turned out he was simply unable to answer them.

She stayed rooted on the floor, her head suddenly growing heavy with understated pain.

The doctor finally finished his work. When he came out, he asked her, “Are you Miss McKinnon?”

“I am.”

“Mr. Brighthall told you to come inside. It’s too cold to sleep out there, he said,” the doctor remarked hintingly.

Deirdre’s first reaction was to ignore it, but she remembered what Sam had told her and decided to go inside.

It eluded her at first. Then, as her senses adjusted, she realized the entire room was thick with the scent of blood.

“Over here.” Weariness was evident in the voice of a man whose skin was wrapped under fresh bandages.

Deirdre heeded his request and immediately found herself enveloped in an embrace so tightly she could not free herself.

She blinked and decided to cut to the chase. “Why are you hurt in the first place?”

Brendan was resting his chin on her hair. Surprise shadowed his face. “Are you… concerned about me?”

Deirdre did not answer directly. She looked down and repeated, “Just tell me why you’re hurt.”

Brendan sank into momentary silence. “Did Sam talk to you while you were outside?”

He could tell it was him. In fact, his expression was already darkened on cue.

Deirdre did not waste time hiding the fact. “He told me you left a few days ago because of something involving someone important to me. It’s also the reason you were attacked and hurt. Is that true?”

Brendan’s fingers fiddled with strands of her hair. On the one hand, he was displeased with Sam giving away even the smallest of details, and yet… He was also enjoying the woman showing her least

resistance.

Lying next to each other with the least amount of distance-both figuratively and literally-between them like this was just that rare of an occasion.

Brendan’s eyes dimmed. ‘What do you think?”

Deirdre smirked. “Of course, I didn’t believe him at first, but Sam has no reason to lie to me… especially since he won’t get anything from it. So, who is this important person?”

Brendan was silent.

Deirdre raised her head and looked at him, her tone increasingly pressing.” Tell me, Brendan.”

He almost said it. Staring into the woman’s pleading, wistful eyes-the truth almost escaped his slightly parted lips. But what if… What if it was all a hoax, too? What would happen then?

“It’s Tobey Rusell.”

‘Tobey?” Deirdre was stunned. This was completely out of her expectations. A moment later, however, genuine concern supplanted her shock. “What about him? Is he okay? Isn’t he in Surstate? Why did you go to see him?” ‘There’s nothing to fret.” Brendan laced his fingers into hers tightly and kissed her hair.

Jealousy was roaring from within, but he had to remain calm to keep on the lie. “He was in Surstate, but he left after we returned here. What he didn’t expect was Henry Walker’s revenge.”