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.

back. The decadent and lonely feeling in

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

tired and couldn't open her eyes. She only thought that she didn't sleep well last night,

a cup of coffee. Do you

from the rattan chair and asked

you make it yourself. I'd like

quite picky about my taste. The temperature of the coffee should not exceed 136.4 degrees, only two sugars, and the original flavor brought from the

"No problem, just wait."

man's hundreds of words with unprecedented

as always, was arrogant and difficult

years as Braden's wife, she was excellent at making coffee for

the sugar, and the granularity all appealed to his taste, so she was confident that he would again be

the cherished small can of coffee beans, then opened the lid of the coffee

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" that Braden had specifically

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

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

footsteps could

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

okay, Mrs. Cara. I'm stronger

smiled at Everett and continued to grind

gauze is stained red with your blood. Do

breeze, but at this moment she was furious with Shirley, who did not know how to value her

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

"No."

believe that if Dad needs Mom's blood for medicine to survive, Mom will also do it without

"This..."

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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