Chapter 805
Chapter 805 Are You Concerned About Me?
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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 ce from the hospital as
quickly as he could.”
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 toe 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 ce?”
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 asion.
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 waspletely out of her expectations. A momentter, however,
genuine concern supnted 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.” Brendanced 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.”