Deirdre felt a bit frustrated, but she managed to hold back her outburst because she was thin-skinned.

"But if it's these issues, didn't the doctor say…"

"What did he say?"

Deirdre turned around. "Forget it. He didn't say anything."

She closed her eyes and complained about her personality.

She didn't know if it was because of pregnancy, but her emotions were becoming more and more uncontrollable.

Sometimes, she wanted to stay calm and maintain a normal attitude, but it was difficult to do so.

Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed onto her waist. Brendan had taken off his shirt at some point, his warm body pressing against hrs from the side. His breath was hot and suppressive.

"Deirdre, are your thoughts the same as mine?"

Brendan's hands on her were filled with intense heat and suppressed tremors, as if all it took was one command from Deirdre for his soul, burning with passion, to break through the body and envelope Deirdre, melding with her.

Brendan's heavy breath made Deird