Deirdre was stunned for a moment.

Mrs. Wanner looked at Brendan's arm and rolled up his sleeve. "Your arms are covered in rashes too. Are you having an allergic reaction?"

"Yes, it's an allergic reaction." Brendan pulled back his arm, unbothered. "The allergy medicine is stored in my room's closet drawer. Please bring it to me, Mrs. Wanner."

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll grab it right away." Mrs. Wanner went upstairs hastily with swift movements.

Brendan walked two steps away before he turned around and saw Deirdre's lowered gaze. Her expression was filled with guilt and uneasiness.

Brendan stretched out his hand to her. "What's bothering you?"

Deirdre took a step back, vexed. "It's all my fault. You were still fine with the protection when we were at the shop. You wouldn't have gotten an allergic reaction if not because you held my hand. I should have reminded you if I knew…"

Brendan gently placed his finger on her chattering lips, his expression showing a hint of displeasur