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.

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

cup of coffee.Do you

from the rattan chair and asked

you make it yourself, I'd

himself as an outsider.He began to order in a fastidious way, "I'm quite picky about my taste.The temperature of

"No problem, just wait."

listened to the man's hundreds of words with unprecedented patience.She couldn't

deal with! Yet, after all these years as Braden's wife, she was excellent at making coffee for him, though her other skills

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

granularity all appealed to his taste, so she

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

different from an automatic coffee

manual coffee grinder

bean, but the coffee powder that

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

out little

the pain coming from

her, footsteps could

person who came

wrist, she cried out in distress, "Shirley, what are you doing? Your hands are injured. Just let

okay, Mrs.Cara.I'm stronger

lips were pale.She smiled at Everett and

red with your blood.Do you have

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

"No."

ta survive, Mom will also do it without hesitation.If Mr.Smith needs it, you will do it

"This..."

really need human blood to do the medicine, we have

have told

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

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

felt that she owed

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