When She Unveils Identities

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.It was really good.

The man, who used to be confident and noble, was back.

The decadent and lonely feeling in his body was gradually disappearing, and she felt particularly relieved.

The sun was warm.

Half a day passed as the clouds changed and shifted.

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

going to make a cup of

stood up from the rattan chair and asked

yourself, I'd like to

pleased, and did not at 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 from the

"No problem, just wait."

to the man's hundreds of words with

as Braden's wife, she was excellent

for so many years, the coffee she made was

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

room, opened the drawer, took out the cherished small can of

different from an automatic

a manual coffee grinder made

effort to grind a bean, but the coffee powder that was ground out

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

coffee ground out little by

satisfied, but the pain coming from her wrist

her, footsteps could be

came

distress, "Shirley, what are you doing? Your hands are injured. Just let the staff do

Mrs.Cara.I'm stronger

smiled at Everett and

okay? The gauze is stained red with

own life.She snatched the coffee machine from 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 for

"No."

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

"This..."

and said, "Even if we really need human blood to do the medicine, we have

might have told

to use your own blood? It's already hurting your body! How

concerns, but not any blood can be used as medicine.It needs the blood of the person he loves to

had always felt that she