Chapter 825


    Chapter 825 Practice Moderation


    Brendan headed downstairs and walked over quickly upon hearing that. His dark eyes were locked on


    Deirdre’s face, and he was relieved to see she did not look too ill.


    "Belly hurts? Since when? Why haven''t you told me that?”


    Deidre shoved at him.


    How could she tell him that? Apart from constantly ignoring each other, she did not feel the pain so


    obviously in the past two days, but the pain grew stronger yesterday when the man indulged in...


    Deirdre found it embarrassing just by thinking about it, and she did not wish to speak to him more.


    The doctor said, "I shall examine you briefly, Miss McKinnon.” "Sure."


    Deirdre sat on the sofa while the doctor auscultated her. He noticed the marks on her neck during the


    process and let out a cough.


    "Uh... Frankly, it doesn''t seem like there''s anything unusual with your body based on the auscultation,


    Miss McKinnon. I think that it is possible...”


    The doctor wanted to speak but stopped himself.


    Brendan grew anxious. "What is it?”


    "It''s..." The doctor braced himself to answer, "Miss McKinnon has been too intimate with Mr. Brighthall.


    I believe that both of you should practice moderation. The pregnancy is still early, so it is inappropriate


    for you to practice marital rtionship during this period.”


    Brendan''s expression grew solemn.


    "What do you mean, doctor? Are you telling me that I shouldn''t be intimate with Deirdre?"


    Deirdre’s ears blushed in embarrassment. She would rather die from the pain than to inquire if she


    were to know that this would happen.


    Brendan came to understand the situation, and his expression was still unpleasant. "Could it be that


    you''ve misunderstood? I''ve only kissed her and touched her for a short while at most, and we didn''t do


    anything else. How is it inappropriate? Could it be that it badly influences the baby in her womb?"


    Deirdre could not bear to listen anymore, so she got up and headed to the kitchen.


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    The doctor behaved as if he had misunderstood. "So, it’s just a short makeout session?”


    Brendan stared at him. "Or else? I have a sense of propriety, of course. Do you think she will still want


    to be intimate with me after your remark?"


    He looked at the doctor as if he was ming him as if his rtionship with Deirdre was utterly


    irreconcble.


    The doctor felt a shiver down his spine, and he hastily exined, ‘That is fine for sure!”


    He added, "Moreover, an appropriate level of intimacy will help to improve the married couple''s


    rtionship, and it will be good for Miss McKinnon''s mood. You will just need to control the timing


    properly as well as the level of strength exerted.”


    Brendan''s attention was diverted just as he had expected. "When is good timing and... how much


    strength are we talking about?”


    Mrs. Engel was walking out of the kitchen to grab something when she overheard the conversation.


    She hastily walked back, and her old face was blushing beyond her control.


    ‘Mrs. Brighthall is already in her current state, yet Mr. Brighthall is still trying to figure out the most


    appropriate way to take advantage of her. What an animal!’


    Deirdre was unaware of the situation, but she could not refrain from staying in the kitchen.


    When she saw Mrs. Engel returning in a rush, she asked, "What happened?Do we have a guest


    visiting?”


    "No." Mrs. Engel was too embarrassed to tell Deirdre that Brendan and the doctor were discussing


    how to take advantage of her out there. She said shyly, "I sprained my ankle identally.”


    "Are you alright?"


    "I''m fine, thank you. Don''t worry, Mrs. Brighthall However, the kitchen is filled with oily fumes. Are you


    sure you''re alright with the smell? Would you like to go outside and rest for a while?”


    Deirdre was about to nod when Brendan walked near to the kitchen from the living room in his suit.


    "Pleasee here, Mrs. Engel.”


    Mrs. Engel expressed her anxiety. ‘They''re not going to get me involved too, right?


    ‘Should I reject them or.... Would Mrs. Brighthall be angry if she were to find out?"


    Mrs. Engel was restless with anxiety.


    Brendan said after she walked outside, "Take Deirdre grocery shopping with you today."


    Mrs. Engel was stunned. "Is that all?”


    Brendan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Or else? What else will I need you to do?”