Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Take Me Away Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Deirdre! Deirdre!”

Brendan’s pupils constricted in fear. He tossed away the umbrella to pick up the woman and took her back to the room without any concern about the mud on her body.’

On the other hand, Deirdre’s breathing was weakening with each passing second. Her entire body was ice-cold, and the only body heat left was on her face. She was running a high fever.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you!”

He clenched his teeth. Steven would have been astonished for sure if he was there, as Brendan was speaking with a voice tainted with unprecedented anxiety.

“Do you think you can get away just by losing consciousness? Do you think that you can put an end to everything just by doing this? That would be impossible! Deirdre , you’re mine for life and you’ll be buried in my family’s tomb when you die! Don’t even think about extricating yourself. Don’t even think about it!”

He wrapped Deirdre in a blanket and increased the heater’s temperature before he called up a doctor. He smoked a cigarette in agitation as he waited at the door. The doctor arrived and found Deirdre still wearing

her wet clothes as soon as he entered the room. He frowned and said, “How could you leave her in her wet clothes? It’s going to worsen her condition. You have to remove her drenched clothes.”

The doctor attempted to pull away the blanket but was caught off guard when Brendan grabbed his wrist. Brendan said, his dark eyes filled with a foreboding . presence, “I’ll do it.” “Ah, ah… I shall excuse myself for a moment then.” The doctor was stunned by Brendan’s gaze. He had not been planning on

removing Deirdre’s clothes initially. He wanted to examine the patient, yet he had not expected that Brendan would actually react in that manner.

He was confused , as he saw that the woman’s face was disfigured, and there was no intact part left on it. However, Brendan treated her as though she was his precious treasure, as if she would be taken advantage of if someone else were to touch her.

The doctor left in disbelief. Brendan put out his cigarette and pulled the blanket away from Deirdre’s body.

Her clothes were drenched and clung tightly to her body, while her skin was flushed from the high fever. Her figure was not considered enticing, yet for some unknown reason, Brendan felt his throat tighten with desire at the sight of her shriveled body.

He got rid of those unwanted thoughts and helped

Deirdre change into fresh clothes. When he was done, he was almost drenched in sweat.

“Done.”

He opened the door to let the doctor in. After the examination, it was too late for Deirdre to get an intravenous drip, so she needed an injection.

The needle was very thick, and Deirdre was caught off guard when it pierced her arm. She furrowed her eyebrows tightly from the pain, and her body began shaking uncontrollably.

The doctor noticed the change in Brendan’s gaze, so he hastily explained , “This is the only thing that works on her now. Her body is too weak, and she was in the rain while having a fever. She’s going to die, so the intravenous drip won’t work on her.”

He was rendered speechless upon saying that. ‘Why did you make her stay in the rain for so long if you care about her?’

The doctor departed after leaving some medicine behind following the consultation. Brendan stood before the bed and looked at the woman’s face, which was drained of blood. She looked just like a ghastly pale porcelain doll that was about to break.

He stretched out a finger and could not help using it to sweep across the woman’s forehead. Deirdre batted her eyelashes at the unexpected touch.

“Sterling…” she chanted. “Take me away…”

Coldness gathered in Brendan’s dark eyes, and the final tint of sympathy left in there vanished.

Deirdre lost track of time but found herself in bed when she woke up.

She felt the clothes on her body and realized that she was not wearing what she had on before. As for the time, she could not tell if it was day or night, but she felt her throat hurt and she tried to get out of bed to drink water with great difficulty. It was no surprise to her that she survived the ordeal. Brendan would not let her die because he needed someone to blame for Charlene’s leg injury. He would never leave that matter be. In the past, he had divorced her and kicked her out just because Charlene had been aggrieved. He would keep her alive just for Charlene again.