At that time, the only person he cared about was Deirdre. When he was hungry, he would order her to serve him the food regardless of how tired she was. At that time, he felt as if he was doing her a big favor by just talking to her.

‘So, this is how her life was… So, this is how she felt…’

He had been in there for less than ten minutes, and he was already this tired. One could imagine how tired Deirdre was in the past.

“Brendan?” Deirdre knocked on the door again when Brendan did not respond. “Come out now. This isn’t something you can do. If you want some chicken soup, I can give the recipe to Mrs. Engel and ask her to make it for you.”

Brendan never expected that he would be defeated by something so trivial as cooking, while he was the alpha in the business circle.

It took him a lot of effort to cut the chicken into pieces. After that, he said, “It’s okay. I’m almost done.”

‘He’s almost done?’ Deirdre was skeptical.

“Open the door now.”

Brendan hastily cleaned up the kitche