He stood at the door as he watched Deirdre gulp down half a glass of water slowly, his expression icy. Sterling wiped away her sweat for her, and the sight of them moving in such harmony made Brendan clench his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He was agitated by how natural the ambiance between Deirdre and Sterling felt. It made him feel as if he was the outsider who had ruined their harmonious relationship!

“How’s your throat?”

Deirdre finished her drink while Sterling took the empty glass. Concerned, he asked, “Do you feel better? Has the pain eased up?”

Deirdre licked her lips. Her throat had been burning earlier, yet the pain was relieved substantially after she drank half a glass of cold water. She nodded soon. “Much better.”

She lowered her gaze and discovered that her voice was still hoarse. Every word she said was painful, yet she still made the effort to say, “Sterling, about your information being exposed online…”

“You’re talking about that, huh? There