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.

felt very tired and couldn't open her eyes.She only thought that she didn't sleep well

make a cup of coffee.Do

the rattan chair

it yourself, I'd

to order in a fastidious way, "I'm quite picky about

"No problem, just wait."

the man's hundreds of words with unprecedented patience.She couldn't help but sigh

always, was arrogant and difficult to deal with! Yet, after all these years as Braden's wife, she was excellent at making coffee for him, though her other skills might not

so many years, the coffee she made was made with the same kind of

the granularity all appealed to his taste, so she

opened the drawer, took out the cherished small can of coffee beans, then opened the lid

machine was different from

manual coffee

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

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

out little

satisfied, but the pain coming from her wrist made

her, footsteps could

person who came was

she saw the wound on Shirley's wrist, she cried out in distress, "Shirley, what are you doing? Your hands

okay, Mrs.Cara.I'm stronger than you

lips were pale.She smiled at Everett and continued to grind the

gauze is stained red with your blood.Do you have

how to value her own life.She snatched the coffee machine from Shirley's hand and sighed repeatedly, "You're so silly.How could you use

"No."

blood for medicine ta survive, Mom will also

"This..."

we really need human blood to do the medicine, we have enough blood bank

have told

to use your own blood? It's already hurting your body! How do Elvin and I explain to your Parents when we get into the

used as medicine.It needs the blood of the person he loves to

had always felt