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 man, who used to be confident and noble, was back. The

a day passed as

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

going to make a cup

stood up from the rattan chair and

make it yourself. I'd

began to order in a fastidious way, "I'm quite picky about my taste. The temperature of the

"No problem, just wait."

listened to the man's hundreds of words with unprecedented

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

excellent at making coffee for him,

beans. The temperature, the sugar, and the

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

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 pain coming

footsteps

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

I'm stronger than

smiled at

The gauze is stained red with your

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

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 a

"No."

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

"This..."

'Even if we really need human blood 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

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