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

was warm. Half a day passed as the clouds changed and

and couldn't open her eyes. She only thought that

cup of

stood up from the rattan chair and

it 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 original flavor brought from

"No problem, just wait."

to the man's hundreds of words with unprecedented

inside. Braden, as

Braden's wife, she was excellent at making

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

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, and began

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 that was ground out could maintain the "original taste" that Braden had

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

little by little. Shirley was satisfied, but the

footsteps

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

Mrs. Cara. I'm stronger

were pale. She smiled at Everett and continued to grind

red with your

gentle as a spring breeze, but at this moment she was furious with

blood as medicine for him? If your mother knows that you hurt yourself like this for a man,

"No."

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

"This..."

medicine, we have enough blood bank in the nursing home. You might have told

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