Chapter 322 He Knew She was Allergic?
Deirdre picked up the pastry with her hand. When she was about to put it into her mouth, a sudden force hit the pastry on her hand, making her heart skip a beat.
Eilis was stupefied. âWhatâs the matter?â
Kyran didnât say anything when he took away the plate of pastries.
This incident, however minor, had attracted much attention.
âWhatâs happening?â asked someone.
Even Deirdre was dumbfounded. It was obvious that Kyran didnât want her to have that pastry, but she didnât understand why.
An inexplicable sense of suspicion gushed out from the bottom of her heart.
Everyone grimaced at the interlude and jokingly said that Kyran loved that pastry so much that he took them all away.
âNah, do you think Mr. Reed is like you?â A man jeered. âDid you see the watch on his wrist? Itâs a watch. that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. How could such a person be interested in that low-
cost pastry? I think he simply wanted to get the waiter to change to another dish just because he saw no one eating them?â
âProbably.â
As the group laughed, they no longer paid any attention to the minor interlude. It was only Deirdre who kept frowning, feeling weird.
Eilis patted her chest, calming herself. âWhatâs the matter with Kyran? How could he simply take that plate of pastry away and not let you eat it? Aww, look at the pastry. Itâs dropped on the floor.â
Deirdre shook her head in reply to Eilis. Following that, she couldnât suppress her curiosity and whispered, âMadame Russell, whatâs that pastry made of?â
âHow would I know? The bakers of this hotel made it look so fancy that I only know itâs purple in color.â
Feeling more dubious, Deirdre pondered for a while before she said with pursed lips, âCan you still see the pastry on the floor? Can you pick it up for me to check?â
âItâs dirty. Donât tell me you want to eat it?â
âNo, Iâm not eating it. I just want to smell it.â
Although Eilis was confused, she picked up that pastry from the floor.
Deirdre split the pastry and smelled it.
It was yam .
She frowned, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously bit her lip. It smelled like yam. âAre you alright? Because Eilis was obsessed with dramas featuring power and love struggles in the imperial palace, she asked half-jokingly when she saw Deirdreâs reaction, âDonât tell me itâs poisonous?â Deirdre dropped the pastry in her hand and forced a smile. âIf I could detect the poison in it by smelling it, Iâd better be a toxicologistâ
Eilis chuckled and no longer dwelled on it. Nevertheless, Deirdre looked somewhat gloomy and tightened her clasp under the table.
To her, the yam was similar to poison because she was allergic to yam.
She could smell it but not eat it. Otherwise, she would have rashes all over her body, difficulty breathing, nausea, and vomiting. In short, she would put her life in danger if she were to eat it.
Eilis didnât know about this allergy of hers. Only those who used to live with her knew about it. They were Madame Brighthall and Brendan.
Deirdre shuddered. In fact, Brendan knew about it because of an accident.
It was when she acted as Charlene and went with Brendan to the family mansion at a fixed time for dinner.
At that time, there was yam in one of the dishes.
Madame Brighthall took a piece of yam for Deirdre as a way to express her love. âDeirdre, do have more food. How can you still be so thin even after a year of marriage? Can it be that Brendan has been mistreating you?â
âMother.â Brendan pretended to be tender as he looked at Deirdre and said helplessly, âHow could I treat her badly when I finally managed to marry her?â
âIn this case, why is Deirdre looking so thin?â Madame Brighthall rolled her eyes at Brendan before she turned to Deirdre. âDo take more food, Deirdre. You need to be a little bit more chubby to stay healthy.â
Looking at the loving face of Madame Brighthall, Deirdre couldnât tell that she was allergic to yam and forced herself to take them in.