When She Unveils Identities

Chapter 539

Chapter 539 Do You Have a Death Wish?

"You are quiet these days, more like a lady."

Braden said slightly.

Though he had not yet spent much time with her, the image of her nagging like a chatterbox had long since taken root in his heart.

But for some reason, in the past few days, the woman has been surprisingly quiet. Many a time the two of them would simply sit quietly and say nothing. Her voice, too, gave him the faint sensation of a sapling swaying in the wind.

Unusual, very unusual!

"That's because I am a lady."

Shirley said in a very soft voice.

"Yes, a lady who hit the black bear with her bare hands. I’m really curious about what you look like."

Braden smiled, and his eyes were gentle, which he did not even notice himself.

He had no idea why. He made no impression upon her, but he enjoyed the time they spent together, and found it as natural to do those things with her as if they had known each other a long time.

This kind of feeling made him feel more pleasant than being with Alina.

At first, he stayed to find the "answer", but now he didn't have any purpose. All he wanted was to stay, to "obey his heart".

"You'll see what I look like soon."

Shirley stared at his increasingly charming and energetic aura, full of hope for everything.

confident and noble, was back. The decadent and

sun was warm. Half a day passed as the clouds

felt very tired and couldn't open her eyes. She only thought that she didn't sleep well

cup of coffee. Do you need

up from the rattan chair and asked

you make it yourself. I'd like to

a fastidious way, "I'm quite picky about my taste. The temperature of the coffee should not exceed 136.4 degrees, only

"No problem, just wait."

the man's hundreds of words

sigh inside. Braden, as always, was arrogant and difficult to

all these years as Braden's wife, she was excellent at making coffee for him, though her other skills might not have been

many years, the coffee she made was made with the same kind of coffee beans. The temperature, the sugar, and the granularity all

dining area of the west room, opened the drawer, took out the cherished small can of coffee beans, then

was different from an automatic coffee machine. It was a manual coffee grinder made of wood. It took a lot of effort to grind a bean,

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

coffee ground out little by little. Shirley was satisfied, but the

her, footsteps

wound on Shirley's wrist, she cried out in distress, "Shirley, what are you doing? Your hands are injured. Just let the staff do these

okay, Mrs. Cara. I'm stronger than you

smiled at Everett and

with your blood. Do you have a

as gentle as a spring breeze, but at this moment she was furious with Shirley, who did not know how to value

blood as medicine for him? If your mother knows that you hurt yourself

"No."

will also do it without hesitation. If Mr. Smith needs it, you

"This..."

medicine, we have enough blood bank in the nursing home. You might have told me sooner. Why do you have to use your own blood? It's already hurting your body! How do Elvin and

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