Chapter 565 Don’t Leave Me, Dee
For a moment, Deirdre even thought she was touching a block of ice. It jolted her into a
realization of what might have happened. Alarmed, she tried to shake him awake.
“Brendan Brighthall, wake up! Now!”
He answered her with a painful whimper. She tried to touch his face.
It was feverish.
There was no way he did not have a fever. The man was already halfconscious—if she
left him like this, the worst could very well happen.
Deirdre felt as though her mind had blanked. It took her effort to wake herself out of her
panic and feel her way out of the room. She finally felt the door of her neighbor and
opened it.
A stranger opened it with marked annoyance.
“E-Excuse me! I don’t want to bother you, but I am blind and need your help. My friend
has a nasty fever right now, so can you help me call the front desk so they can send a
staff member up to our room?”
Few people could decline to help a beautiful woman in need-especially on something as
urgent as this. The stranger called the front desk without further ado and comforted
Deirdre. “Chill, okay? It’s easy to get a fever in weather like this. Your friend will be
alright.”
After a crude examination, the staff came and confirmed Brendan was suffering from a
fever. Unfortunately, there was little they could do given their circumstances.
“The rain is still pouring out there, miss, and the nearest hospital isn’t near at all. If we
drive him there right now… It might just worsen his condition. My suggestion? We’ll give
him some medicine to cool down his fever and turn the AC up. You’ll have to watch over
him until morning when the rain should stop. We’ll then send your friend to the hospital
first thing. Sounds good?”
Deirdre could only nod. ‘Thank you.”
“Just doing my part, miss.”
The front desk sent warm water and medicine soon enough. Deirdre received them, set
them on the table, hesitated momentarily, and began to undress Brendan. She might be
too blind to see anything, but she could feel, including his private bits. She could feel
everything.
The entire process made her sweat, reminding her in dismay that her shower had been
for nothing. She was not in the mood to shower again, though, so she sat on the bedside
and listened to the sound of rain outside.
It felt like a waking dream-she was back to those times when she was caring for Kyran.
She snapped out of the illusion and pinched the center of her palm. Since Deirdre knew
Brendan was still unconscious, she cast her eyes low and muttered to no one in
particular, “You know, I was seriously musing about leaving you in your fever before I
decided to seek help. I’m blind, you see. And the weather’s bad. All I need to do is to
pretend I have no idea this happened and nobody can blame me for it. Whether you live
or die on the next day… it’s got nothing to do with me at all.
“But I couldn’t do it, Brendan. Not because I hold even a lick of feelings for you… but
because I can never be as heartless as you are, no matter how hard I try.”
In the end, she rested her head on the edge of the bed and slept. In her sleep, she felt
the man stir and was startled awake. “Brendan?”
“Water.”
His voice sounded weak and almost unreal as if he was just muttering in his sleep.
Deirdre had no reason to doubt his request, though. “Oh, you’re thirsty. Okay. I’ll fetch
you a glass.”
She rose, her feet turning toward the table. Before she could make her move, Brendan
suddenly grabbed hold of her wrist tightly. “Don’t go, Dee! Don’t leave me… Don’t leave
me, please…”
Deirdre’s eyes widened. Something shot up from her chest to her throat, burning her
entrail along the way. The feeling was indescribable.
He called her Dee. Why? How?
He always called her Miss McKinnon or McKinnon. If he ever called her Deirdre, it would
be as a snarl. God knew how much distance the man insisted on putting between them
or how cold and detached he could be against her. It did not matter if they had been
married for two years or had known each other for four years.
He had never called her Dee or used a tone like this! It was impossible!
But now, here he was, addressing her with this intimate nickname with this lovesick tone.
His manner was so natural it almost felt as though he had done it a thousand times. It
threw Deirdre into a loop. It bamboozled her.
At that moment, Brendan opened his eyes groggily. In his fever-addled mind, he had
returned to those nights when he was confined to his sickbed. Seeing Deirdre by his side
confused him further.
He thought he must be playing Kyran now
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