Chapter 560 "Are You Secretly in Love with Mr. Stewart?"

With such suspicions in mind, Braden deliberately went to the hospital cafeteria during dinner.

"I'd like a bowl of seafood wonton." He said to the staff behind the counter.

"???"

The staff looked completely puzzled.

"Seafood wonton, don't you have it?"

Braden emphasized once again in French to the person.

"We don't have it."

The staff stared at him with a dumbfounded expression and pointed to the menu, saying, "All the food is listed on the menu. Order whatever you want."

Braden quickly scanned the menu with his eyes and indeed found only Western dishes. There was no trace of any Eastern food, let alone seafood wonton.

So, was the nurse lying?

Braden returned to the main building and found the nurse who had been delivering wontons to him every day.

"I think we should talk." He said to her.

The nurse became a little nervous and her expression extremely unnatural, "Mr. Stewart, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"You know what I want to talk to you about."

"I don't know anything. I don't know anything at all."

The nurse shook her head, pretending to be oblivious like an ostrich.

Of course, she knew exactly what Braden wanted to ask her. He definitely wanted to know who had been sending the wontons. However, she had promised Shirley to keep this secret, as if she had made an oath to God. So... she couldn't confess.

"If you tell me honestly where the wontons come from, I'll give you a generous reward," Braden said, hands in his pockets, acting like a savvy businessman.

"No!"

head, "I

more money to God, and He

Please don't ask me.

the cross on her chest

urgently said, "Hey, I finally found

"What's wrong?"

and blew a

suspects that I

sincerely advised

won't send them

was quite nonchalant about

she couldn't eat or sleep. Therefore, this bowl of seafood wonton no longer

Shirley... do you know them? What's your relationship with them? Could

nurse couldn't help but

"How could that be!"

thought that we’re all Oriental people, and his fiancee had an accident. He's so worried that

"I see..."

"That's true. If you secretly love him, what about Antwan? Mr. Stewart can have whatever he wants, but Antwan only has you. If

"So, I won't leave."

was

Otherwise, that guy will start crying

cigarette butt, and her slender figure disappeared

seafood wonton he had been eagerly anticipating. He could tolerate it during lunchtime, but it was

isn’t there any wonton

a nurse doing her rounds in the corridor while Alina was resting, adopting a confrontational

"Well, urn..."

her neck, "The cafeteria doesn't serve it anymore, Mr. Stewart. Can you consider something else, like hamburgers, steaks,

anything else. I only want wonton, and

like an unreasonable child, refusing to settle

a loss for words,

been waiting for a whole day. I'm

Braden admitted openly.

dish that he loved the most, other foods would become compromises, but

here for a moment. I'll go to the cafeteria and

that this stubborn man would

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