Brendan displayed an uncanny familiarity with the pathways as if he owned the entire resort.

In the blink of an eye, they went from the midway point of the mountain to where a modified Maybach was parked.

Brendan lowered his head. "Can you give me a hand?" he asked.

Deirdre pursed her lips but helped him into the car anyway, for the sake of the child. She couldn't help but notice the faint medicinal scent on his body, which mingled with the smell of the hot springs.

Brendan continued, oblivious to her curiosity. "I've already called the driver. He'll be here shortly. You can get in the car, too."

As Deirdre settled into the car, she couldn't resist asking, "Are you feeling... unwell?"

Brendan's gaze pierced hers with a sharpness that seemed to probe into her soul.

Deirdre patted the seat beside her, only then realizing how narrow the car was.

"You're concerned about me?" Brendan asked, his eyes narrowing in surprise.

Deirdre blushed. "You're overthinking things. It's just that