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 gradually disappearing,

day passed as the clouds changed

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

make a cup of coffee.

up from the rattan chair and

it yourself. I'd like to taste

"I'm quite picky about my taste. The temperature of the coffee should not exceed 136.4 degrees, only two sugars, and

"No problem, just wait."

man's hundreds of

as always, was arrogant and difficult to deal

as Braden's wife, she was excellent at making coffee for him, though her other skills might not have been as

kind of coffee beans. The temperature, the sugar, and the granularity all appealed to his taste, so she was confident that he would again be impressed

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 in,

was different from an automatic coffee machine. It was a manual coffee grinder made of wood. It took a lot of effort to grind a bean, but the coffee powder

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

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

her, footsteps

cried out in

okay, Mrs. Cara. I'm stronger

lips were pale. She smiled at Everett and continued to

gauze is stained red with your blood. Do you

moment she was furious with

blood as medicine for him? If your

"No."

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 do

"This..."

do the medicine, we have enough blood bank in the nursing home. You might have told me sooner. Why do you have to

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