Chapter 877
Chapter 877 I’ve Seen It All Already-Including Some Pretty Private ces
Deirdre shook herself out of her trance and nodded. “They have recovered nicely.” “But that’s not what
you’ll say if the policee and ask the same question, okay? Tell them you’re hurting everywhere and
remain in the hospital.”
Deirdre froze. “Is that even allowed?” “Of course, it is,” Brendan replied matter-of-factly. “You’re at your
safest when you’re staying here. Nobody can ruffle you while I get to be close to you till my heart’s
content.” ‘Close to me?’
Ever since Brendan came clean about his true feelings, he had been acting way too candidly. Deirdre
could not even tell what it was making her feel, so she pretended she did not hear that.
“Are the bruises still there?” he asked.
Deirdre snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head. Hesitantly, she admitted, “I mean… at least I
think they’re gone.” “Let me have a look.”
Pink hues tinted her cheeks. “What?” “The police’s going to send someone to examine your injuries,
right? They’ll only let you stay here if those blue-ck bruises remain obvious enough,” he exined
matter-of-factly. “Since you don’t know, then I’ll have to be the one to examine them.”
She heard no stray emotion from his voice and bit her lips in uncertainty. Maybe she was overthinking
things…
She put her spoon down. Steeling herself against her growing embarrassment, she showed him her
arm. “A-Anything?”
Her skin was as gorgeous as porcin. After a few days of rest, he could not catch a single w. His
breath hitched.
Deirdre heard no answer and asked again, “A-Are they still there?”
Brendan finally snapped out of his trance. “Uh, no.”
That made Deirdre anxious. “Oh no! What now?” “Well, the injuries on your arms were the least serious
ones. But the ones on your waist and around your ribcage were pretty bad if I remember correctly.”
The tip of Deirdre’s ears seemed to be burning. She wished a hole would crack open from the ground
and swallow her whole. Why did they have to be there? She was not wearing her bra at the moment!
“I, uh, see. Then we should, uh, ask Shea to check-” “She’s busy with errands right now,” Brendan
answered immediately, his eyes fixed on her. “She’s not here.”
Shea was standing by the door, ready to enter. She heard Brendan’s im and wisely withdrew her
hand from the doorknob. Maybe she should return after running threeps in the hospital’s massive
backyard…
“She’s busy? Sounds unlikely. You told her to leave us alone and nothing else,” Deirdre replied
skeptically. No matter how often she tried to call out for her, Shea simply did not respond.
Brendan raised an eyebrow. “Told you. She left.”
Deirdre bit her lips. “Then we should ask a nurse to do it instead.”
Brendan suddenly leaned close, his finger tipping her chin upward. He studied the blushes on her
cheeks and murmured under his breath, “Don’t be shy, Deirdre. The nature of our rtionship is such
that I’ve seen everything already, including your more… private ces. It’s passed the time to be coy
and awkward. Besides, I’m only worried about your injuries.”
Deirdre wanted to refute him but found no counterargument. Brendan was right. He was only worried
about the state of her injuries. Acting shyly at a moment like this was just… so inappropriate.
She steeled herself against her panic, mentally calmed herself, and pushed the bedtable away. Then,
shey down. Awkwardly, she tugged the edge of her shirt and slowly peeled it upward, exposing her
slim waist. The almost baster-like color of her skin practically shone, and one could easily see it
undting from her breath.
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She bit her lips and pulled it away from her ribcage.
“So… Is this o-okay?”
At first, there was silence. And then the sound of a man’s breathing grew heavier and heavier.
Perplexed, Deirdre thought of pulling her shirt down again.
The man’s lips practically meshed into hers, robbing her of her breath. In fact, it felt as though he
wanted to rob her of her soul.