When She Unveils Identities

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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.

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

well last night, so she was not energetic.

"I'm going to make a cup of coffee. Do you need it?"

Shirley stood up from the rattan chair and asked Braden.

"If you make it yourself. I'd like to taste it."

Braden was 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 hand-ground..."

"No problem, just wait."

Shirley listened to the man's hundreds of words with unprecedented patience.

She couldn't help but sigh inside. Braden, as 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 have been as good.

And for so many years, the coffee she made was made with the same kind of coffee beans. The

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

would again be impressed by the coffee she made.

Shirley came to the dining area of the west room, opened the drawer, took out the cherished small can

of coffee beans, then opened the lid of the coffee machine, put the coffee beans in, and began to grind

them.

This coffee machine was different from an automatic coffee machine. It was a manual coffee grinder

made of wood. It took a lot of effort to grind a bean, but the coffee powder that was ground out could

maintain the "original taste" that Braden had specifically emphasized.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The coffee ground out little by little. Shirley was satisfied, but the pain coming from her wrist made her

frown again.

Behind her, footsteps could be heard.

The person who came was Everett Cara. When she saw the wound on Shirley's wrist, she cried out in

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

"It's okay, Mrs. Cara. I'm stronger than you think."

Shirley’s lips were pale. She smiled at Everett and continued to grind the coffee.

"It's okay? The gauze is stained red with your blood. Do you have a death wish?"

Everett had always 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, she will be heartbroken!"

"No."

Shirley said softly, "I believe that if Dad needs Mom's blood for medicine to survive, Mom will also do it

without hesitation. If Mr. Smith needs it, you will do it too, right?"

"This..."

Everett couldn't refute it, so she frowned and said, 'Even if we really need human blood to do the

medicine, we have enough blood bank in the nursing home. You might have told me sooner. Why do

you have 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 afterworld?"

"Mrs. Cara, I understand 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 happy."

Shirley had always felt that she owed Braden. It was a great achievement to use her blood as medicine

to nourish him little by little. It proved, in a way, that he had always loved her in the depths of his heart,

had loved her with all his heart. Otherwise, the medicine wouldn't have worked so well.

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Everett, however, sneered, "Don't fool me. I also graduated from one of the top medical universities in

the world. There is no such a strange way of treatment. This seems to me superstitious. Only innocent

girls like you will buy it."

"It doesn't matter what kind of superstition it is. It's useful."

Shirley didn't argue much. She took the coffee machine from Everett's hand and continued to grind the

coffee.

Her blood was taken from her wrists. Each time she did this, she had to cut her wrist and then bandage

it with gauze. After several times, she felt that her hands were almost broken.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so hard to grind coffee. It hurt so much!

"Why are you grinding it? The wounds are torn open!"

Everett, seeing her was firm, had no other ways and then said, ’You don't need the person he loves to

grind this too, do you? I'll grind it for you."

Shirley turned her aching wrists and nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Cara."

Though Everett was the vice president, she was sweating profusely from the coffee beans she had

been patiently grinding.

The two of them chatted casually.

Shirley suddenly remembered something and asked, "Mrs. Cara, you were my mother's best friend

back then. You should know about my brother, right?’

Everett was speechless.

She froze as if some spell had been cast, and the expression on her face was visibly flustered. "You

kid, why are you asking this all of a sudden? You... You did have an older brother, but he died the year

he was born, so your parents hid it from the outside world as well as from you. How did you know?"

"You also know that my mother was pregnant with a boy and a girl, and I did have a brother?"

Shirley was a little surprised and hurriedly asked, "Then do you know what exactly happened back

then? Who was so hateful that didn’t even let go of an infant?"

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