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.

back. The decadent and lonely feeling in his body was gradually disappearing, and she

a day passed as the clouds changed

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

a cup of coffee.

up from the rattan chair and

make it yourself. I'd

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."

hundreds of words with unprecedented

as always, was arrogant and difficult to

as Braden's wife, she was excellent at making coffee for

The temperature, the sugar, and the granularity all appealed

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

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

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

satisfied, but the pain coming from her wrist made

footsteps could

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

okay, Mrs. Cara. I'm

were pale. She smiled at Everett and continued to grind

red with your blood. Do you have a death

but at this moment she was furious with Shirley,

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

"No."

"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

"This..."

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 do Elvin and I explain

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