“Don’t move! Do you want the entire back of your hand to swell up?” Brendan furrowed his eyebrows, took a step forward, and clutched her wrist.

Deirdre wanted to struggle free, but Brendan immediately said, “Don’t blame me for doing something to you if you insist on moving!”

Hearing that, Deidre didn’t dare to move an inch. Her eyes were clouded with fear and bewilderment as she uttered hoarsely, “What the hell do you want from me?”

She truly didn’t understand his intentions. She had alread