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.

really good. The man, who used to be confident and noble, was back. The decadent and lonely feeling in

was warm. Half a day passed as the

only thought that she didn't sleep well last night, so she

to make a cup

from the

make it yourself. I'd like

all regard himself as an outsider. He 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

"No problem, just wait."

hundreds of words with

as

these years as Braden's wife, she was excellent at making coffee for him, though

kind of coffee beans. The temperature, the sugar, and the granularity all appealed to

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,

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!"

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

her, footsteps could

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

I'm stronger than

lips were pale. She smiled at Everett and continued

gauze is stained red with your blood. Do

as gentle as a spring breeze, but at this moment she was furious with Shirley, who did not know how

could you use your own blood

"No."

Mom will also do it without hesitation. If

"This..."

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 your body! How do

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