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.

noble, was back. The decadent and

day passed as the clouds changed and

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

to make a cup of coffee. Do you

the rattan chair and asked

yourself.

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

"No problem, just wait."

man's hundreds of words with

sigh inside. Braden, as always, was

was excellent at making coffee for him, though her other skills might not

same kind of coffee beans. The temperature, the sugar, and the

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

an automatic coffee machine. It was a manual coffee grinder made of wood. It took a lot of effort to grind

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

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

her, footsteps could be

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

smiled at Everett and continued to grind the

gauze is stained red with your blood. Do

moment she was furious with Shirley, who did not know how to value

coffee machine 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."

"I believe that if Dad needs Mom's blood for medicine to survive, Mom will

"This..."

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 own blood? It's already hurting your body! How

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