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.

man, who used to be confident and noble, was back. The decadent and lonely feeling in his body was gradually disappearing, and

day passed as the clouds

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

going to make a cup of coffee. Do you

up from the rattan chair and asked

you make it yourself. I'd like to

not at all regard himself as an outsider. He began to order in a fastidious way, "I'm quite picky about my taste. The

"No problem, just wait."

man's hundreds of words with

as always, was arrogant

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

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

to the dining area of the west room, opened the drawer, took out the cherished small can of coffee

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

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

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

her, footsteps could be

on Shirley's wrist, she cried out in distress, "Shirley, what are you doing?

Mrs. Cara. I'm stronger

at

The gauze is stained red with your blood. Do you have

at this moment she was furious with Shirley,

hand and sighed repeatedly, "You're so silly. How could you use your own blood as medicine for him? If your mother knows that

"No."

if Dad needs Mom's blood for medicine to survive, Mom will also do it without hesitation. If Mr. Smith needs

"This..."

she frowned and said, '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 own blood? It's already hurting

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