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.

good. The man, who used to be confident and noble, was back. The decadent and lonely feeling in his body

a day passed as the clouds

woman suddenly felt very tired and couldn't open her eyes. She only

cup of coffee. Do

stood up from the rattan chair and

you make it yourself. I'd like to

picky about my taste. The temperature

"No problem, just wait."

listened to the man's hundreds of words

couldn't help but sigh inside. Braden, as always, was arrogant and difficult to deal

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

the same kind of coffee beans. The temperature, the sugar, and the granularity all appealed to his taste, so she was confident that he would again be impressed

can of

manual coffee grinder made of wood. It took a lot of effort to grind a bean, but the coffee powder that was ground out could maintain the "original taste"

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

little by little. Shirley was satisfied, but the pain coming from her

footsteps

who came was Everett Cara. When she saw the wound on Shirley's wrist, she cried out in distress, "Shirley, what are you doing? Your hands are injured. Just

Cara. I'm stronger than

pale. She smiled at

is stained red with your blood. Do

spring breeze, but at this moment she was

How could you use your own blood as medicine for him?

"No."

Mom will also

"This..."

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

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