Chapter 833
Chapter 833 That Man Is Dead
Upon thinking that Deirdre cooked very well and would frequently change her recipes to encourage his
appetite in the past, Brendan could not help looking forward to lunch of the day.
However, Brendan came to understand what Deirdre meant in her remarkter.
He looked at the spinach soup served on the table, and Mrs. Engel exined to him enthusiastically,
"Mr. Brighthall, I prepared the soup with spinach, carrots, and other libido-boosting ingredients that will
promote recovery for your bodily functions."
Brendan was rendered speechless, and his face turned green with rage.
Mrs. Engel assumed Brendan was not fond of others learning about his health concerns, so she hastily
exined smilingly,
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"Don''t be shy, Mr. Brighthall. Your condition is verymon in my ce. Moreover, you''re almost 30
years old, so it is very normal that your bodily functions are deteriorating. You will only need to
recuperate for a while."
Deirdre almost choked on her broli soup upon hearing the remark.
It would be fine if Mrs. Engel did not speak, but when she spoke, her remark about Brendan''s
deteriorating bodily functions with age and that his condition wasmon was shocking. Her remark
was hurtful to Brendan.
Brendan was furious in his heart, yet he felt his anger fading when he saw Deirdre''s lively expression
trying to hold back herughter.
She was willing to tease him and look him in the eyes, at the very least. He would not have the courage
to imagine what would have happened in the past.
“Understood, I''ll drink the soup."
Brendan epted the favor calmly.
Deirdre was stunned while Brendan said apologetically, "I feel bad for Deirdre during this period. I''m
sorry for disappointing you in the morning. I will do my best to recuperate as soon as possible."
Deirdre was rendered speechless.
Mrs. Engel took a nce at Deirdre. ''No wonder Deirdre is so concerned that she tasked me to buy
libido-increasing ingredients, so it turns out that...
Deirdre could not see but could feel the ambiance. She held back her emotions with great difficulty and
could not refrain from exining, "Don''t you dare spout nonsense. I didn''t-”
Brendan pushed his finger against her lips and rubbed affectionately.” Alright, you don''t need to exin
yourself. I understand why you ordered Mrs. Engel to prepare the special soup for me during lunch
today. Don''t worry. I''ll make sure that my bodily function has recovered in half a month."
Deirdre suddenly felt a shiver down her spine. She felt as if she had just entrapped herself.
Afterward, Brendan worked on hisptop but kept Deirdrepany in the living room while he worked.
The doctor came to dress Brendan''s wound and smiled after examining the wound. "Your wound is
healing nicely. You will need to monitor your diet and don’t get water on your wound. I believe that you''ll
be able to move freely very soon.”
Brendan nodded.
Then the doctor asked Deirdre, "Miss McKinnon, how are you feeling today? Are you still in pain?”
If this was the past, Deirdre would have chatted more with the doctor, but she could no longer speak
boldly to him after learning about the conversation between Brendan and him this morning.
“I''m feeling much better already, and I''m no longer in pain today. Thank you for your concern, doctor."
She nodded shyly. The doctor smiled and reminded Brendan about some precautionary steps before
he left.
Brendan could see Deirdre’s strange behavior, so he leaned close and said, “Are you shy?"
Deirdre raised her head and red at him. "No thanks to you."
Brendan held back his smile.
Meanwhile, he received a call. He picked up the call and heard Sam saying with heavy breathing, ‘This
is bad, sir! The man we captured on the hotel''s top floor is dead.” "Dead?" Brendan''s dark eyes
dimmed instantly.
Deirdre looked at him.