Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 739: Did Something Bad

Keith Donovan then realized that Jas Grant was currently a patient.

His rough handling was affecting Jas Grant’s mood.

"Sorry," Keith Donovan held his breath, "Here, I brought you sothing, all things you love to eat."

Saying this, Keith Donovan placed a bunch of side dishes on the dining table in front of Jas Grant.

Jas Grant rely glanced at them, and his headache worsened.

"Do you think I can eat sothing this spicy right now?" Jas Grant patiently suggested to Keith Donovan, "Maybe you should go back and rest, Quentin Hale hired a caregiver."

Keith Donovan vehently disagreed, "No way, I’m already here, what do you need a caregiver for? Don’t worry buddy, our relationship is such that even if I have to clean up after you, I’ll do it!"

Jas Grant, who already had a poor appetite, felt even more nauseated upon hearing this.

But he didn’t have the energy to complain or get angry, and looked at Keith Donovan with a blank expression, his voice calm and flat: "Get out."

"Don’t be mad, bro. Is it that you don’t like the food? Don’t worry, I know a Michelin three-star chef in Aethelburg and I’ll get them to cook for you on the spot."

Jas Grant couldn’t take it anymore, quickly stopping him and sighing: "No need, can you let sleep alone for a while?"

Keith Donovan was adamant, "No way. What if you pull so brain-dead stunt like last night and attempt suicide?"

The veins on Jas Grant’s forehead were on the verge of popping out.

"I said, I wasn’t attempting suicide." Jas Grant gritted his teeth slightly, speaking each word deliberately.

He had just wanted to take a bath in the morning but was so drunk that he forgot to take off his clothes before getting into the bathtub and fell asleep with the water running.

Jas Grant closed his eyes in pain, but couldn’t help but add to himself.

His desire to commit suicide had long since passed.

The year Evelyn Clayton had just disappeared, he had severe ntal issues.

Auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, insomnia, irritability... these were common occurrences.

For a long ti, he pretended to be a normal person during the day to socialize and work, but at night, he would wage war with his emotions and inner demons.

It wasn’t until Quentin Hale noticed sothing was off and managed to convince him to see a psychologist.

He started taking pills like als, handfuls at a ti, Jas Grant feeling like his emotions were being sealed away by a glass do.

Neither happy nor sad, like a robot.

No one knew about this except for Quentin Hale.

Keith Donovan’s rambling interrupted Jas Grant’s thoughts.

"Alright, you weren’t attempting suicide, I suppose I was. I really don’t know what you were thinking, you’re obviously allergic to alcohol, yet drink so much. Did you know the hotel staff were scared to death? They called eighty tis in the morning to ask if you were okay, afraid you’d die there..."

Keith Donovan’s mouth didn’t stop as he flipped through his phone, ssaging the chef he knew.

Jas Grant’s head was about to explode, interrupting Keith Donovan’s words.

"Can you just let have so peace, even if for a mont?" Jas Grant pinched his brow, "Could you say a bit less?"

Keith Donovan paused, but ultimately couldn’t hold back.

"Are you sure? I t Evelyn Clayton this morning, don’t you want to know what I said to her?"

Jas Grant suddenly looked at Keith Donovan.

Keith Donovan gave a light snort, "Isn’t that just pathetic."

"What did you say to her?" Jas Grant asked, his nerves on edge.

Facing Jas Grant’s eyes, this ti it was Keith Donovan’s turn to be nervous.

He glanced around, cleared his throat lightly.

"I might have done sothing bad."