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.

used to be confident and noble, was back. The decadent and lonely feeling in

was warm. Half a day passed as the clouds changed and

She only thought that she didn't sleep

going to make a cup of

the rattan chair and

yourself. I'd like

regard himself as an outsider. He began to order in a fastidious way, "I'm quite picky about my taste. The temperature of the

"No problem, just wait."

man's hundreds of words with unprecedented

couldn't help but sigh inside. Braden, as always,

she was excellent at making coffee

the coffee she made was made with the same kind of coffee beans. The temperature, the sugar, and the granularity all appealed to his taste,

took out the cherished small can of coffee beans, then opened the lid of the coffee machine, put the coffee

a lot of effort to grind

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

little. Shirley was satisfied, but the pain coming

her, footsteps could be

cried out in distress, "Shirley, what are you doing? Your hands are

Cara. I'm stronger

were pale. She smiled at Everett and continued to grind

okay? The gauze is stained red with your blood.

but at this moment she was furious with Shirley, who did not know how

from Shirley's hand and sighed repeatedly, "You're so silly. How could you use your own blood as medicine for him? If your mother knows that you hurt yourself like this for

"No."

said softly, "I believe that if Dad needs Mom's blood for medicine to survive, Mom will also do it without hesitation. If Mr. Smith needs it, you will

"This..."

in the nursing home. You might have told me sooner. Why do you have to use your own blood?

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