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.

The decadent and lonely feeling in his body was

sun was warm. Half a day passed

and couldn't open her eyes. She only

going to make a cup of coffee. Do you need

up from the

you make it yourself. I'd like

was pleased, and did not at all regard himself as an outsider. He began to order in a fastidious way, "I'm quite picky about my taste. The temperature of the coffee should not exceed 136.4 degrees, only two sugars, and the original flavor brought

"No problem, just wait."

the man's hundreds of words

but sigh inside. Braden, as always,

making coffee for him, though her other skills might not

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, so she

room, opened the drawer, took out the cherished small can of coffee beans, then opened the lid of

It was a manual coffee grinder made of wood. It took a lot of

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

by little. Shirley was satisfied, but the pain

footsteps

out in distress, "Shirley, what are

Mrs. Cara. I'm stronger

were pale. She smiled at

stained red with

breeze, but at this moment she was

so silly. How could you use your own blood as medicine for him? If your

"No."

medicine to survive, Mom will also do it without hesitation. If Mr. Smith needs it, you will

"This..."

to do the 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 I explain

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