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.

thought that she didn't sleep well

going to make a cup of coffee.Do

up from the rattan

it yourself, I'd like to

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."

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

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 have

so many years, the coffee she made

granularity all appealed to his taste, so she was confident that

can of coffee beans, then opened the lid of the

was different from an automatic

coffee grinder

effort to grind a bean, but the coffee powder that

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

ground out little

satisfied, but the pain coming from

her, footsteps could be

person who came was

what are you doing? Your hands are injured. Just let the staff

Mrs.Cara.I'm stronger

lips were pale.She smiled at Everett and

The gauze is stained red with your blood.Do you have a

been as gentle as a spring breeze, but at this moment she was furious with Shirley, who did not know 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 your own blood as medicine for him? If your mother knows that you hurt yourself like this for a man,

"No."

that if Dad needs Mom's blood for medicine ta survive, Mom will also

"This..."

it, so she frowned and said, "Even if we really need human

have told me

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

your concerns, but not any blood can be used as medicine.It needs the blood of the person he loves to be effective.This proves that it does work, so I have no regrets.On the contrary, I'm very

felt