Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 209


    Chapter 209 Why Are You Still Resisting Me


    On the other hand, he hadpelled her to be so non–confrontational and submissive.


    Deirdre was about to say something when Dr. Ginger returned from outside. He was stunned for a mo


    ment when he found Brendan sitting on the sofa with the transfusion fluid in his hand. “Mr. Brighthall, w


    eren’t you undergoing transfusion on the second floor? Why did you get downstairs so suddenly?”


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    Then, he noticed the blood backflow in Brendan’s transfusion line and felt his heart racing. He ran over


    and said, “Why is there so much blood backflow in the transfusion


    line? You shouldn’t be tormenting yourself no matter how strong your body


    is. The back of your hand is really swollen, and the transfusion site is blocked. Don’t you want to get be


    tter?”


    Dr. Ginger was furious yet speechless, as he had never encountered a trouble–


    making patient like Brendan. Inparison, Deirdre was a much more obedient patient.


    “We’re going to set up the transfusion line on your other hand this time. However, don’t move about like


    that anymore. We’re going to have to find a new site to set up the line if it gets swollen again.


    Dr. Ginger set up a new line and managed the wound in the previous spot. Deirdre could not see, so sh


    e could only ask with an anxious expression, “Is the blood backflow very serious?”


    “Yes, of course. Half of the line is full of blood!” Dr. Ginger could not help nagging. “Why did youe


    downstairs when you were fine upstairs, Mr. Brighthall? Even if you really had something important to d


    o, you should have let Ms. McKinnon carry the fluid bottle. You were moving


    so much that the needle shifted. Aren’t you in pain?”


    Brendan parted his thin lips and answered calmly, “It’s because Deirdre was downstairs.”


    “Me?” Deirdre was stunned.


    Brendan said, “You didn’te upstairs for a long time, and there’s no heating downstairs. I was worrie


    d that you might be cold, so I had toe downstairs to get you, of course.”


    “I was downstairs because…” Deirdre’s voice halted to a stop, and her mind went nk.


    ‘Why does Brendan care about me?


    ‘Is he really serious about returning to the past?”


    “There is no reason for you to stay downstairs.” Brendan stared at his hands and said in a resentful ton


    e, My only uninjured hand is now swollen, and it is all because of you.”


    Dr. Ginger raised his head to take a nce at Brendan and


    thought about how shameless Brendan’s remark was.


    Deirdre took it seriously and lowered her head in guilt. “I’m sorry.”


    “Your apology can’t cure my hands. You’ll be in charge of keeping mepany and taking care of my d


    aily needs during my recovery period. Will that be alright?”


    Dr. Ginger was dumbstruck with bewilderment. ‘You’re asking a blind woman to take care of a healthy


    man’s day–to–


    day activities? It’d be considered courteous of me to call you shameless. You’re a soulless


    beast!‘ 1-


    “Sure.”


    Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows deeply and epted the task obediently.


    In the next two days, Brendan behaved as if his hands were broken, and Deirdre had to spoon–


    feed him


    during meals.


    “It’s too hot. Blow on it.”


    Brendan ordered her. Deirdre found it strange because the soup was obviously


    lukewarm but she still blew on it cautiously before she brought the spoon closer to Brendan.


    Brendan made Deirdre take off his clothes and strip him down during bath time.


    Deirdre could not see but she kept her eyes tightly shut. She removed his clothes with shaky fingers and


    “It’s done.”


    Brendan cracked a smirk uncontrobly and stepped into the bathtub as he looked at her flushed ears.


    “I shall leave if there’s nothing else.”


    “Hold on.” Brendan sat in the bathtub. “Get me the shower gel behind me.”


    Deirdre felt for the bottle and stretched out her arm to pass the bottle to Brendan. A huge hand


    grabbed her wrist abruptly, and by the time she reacted


    to the situation, she was already falling into the warm water, her upper


    body leaning right on the man’s chest.


    Shocked, she tried to get away in a haste, yet Brendan wrapped her in


    his arms. “Why are you still resisting me? What have I done that you can’t forgive me for?”