“Don’t move!”

He suppressed his anger and waited until Deirdre’s finger stopped bleeding at last before he went looking for the first aid kit left by Dr. Ginger in haste.

The temperature of the man’s lips was still lingering on Deirdre’s finger. She was supposed to feel the stinging pain of the cut, yet the finger felt burning hot for no apparent reason.

She could clearly remember that Brendan was a neat freak, yet he did not mind doing that for her.

‘Has he lost his mind…’

“Give me your hand.”

Brendan’s tone was filled with intense anger, but he had not lost his temper. Instead, he dressed Deirdre’s wound with a bandaid meticulously.

He did not speak even after he was done.

Deirdre was rather anxious. “Are you angry, Brendan?”

“Is there nothing else that you can say other than this?”

Brendan answered in a hostile manner. He was so fueled by anger that he could lose his temper at any moment.

Deirdre bit her lower lip tightly. “It’s because you are angry… but you’re not v