When She Unveils Identities

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Chapter 560 "Are You Secretly in Love with Mr. Stewart?"

With such suspicions in mind, Braden deliberately went to the hospital cafeteria during dinner.

"I'd like a bowl of seafood wonton." He said to the staff behind the counter.

"???"

The staff looked completely puzzled.

"Seafood wonton, don't you have it?"

Braden emphasized once again in French to the person.

"We don't have it."

The staff stared at him with a dumbfounded expression and pointed to the menu, saying, "All the food

is listed on the menu. Order whatever you want."

Braden quickly scanned the menu with his eyes and indeed found only Western dishes. There was no

trace of any Eastern food, let alone seafood wonton.

So, was the nurse lying?

Braden returned to the main building and found the nurse who had been delivering wontons to him

every day.

"I think we should talk." He said to her.

The nurse became a little nervous and her expression extremely unnatural, "Mr. Stewart, what do you

want to talk to me about?"

"You know what I want to talk to you about."

"I don't know anything. I don't know anything at all."

The nurse shook her head, pretending to be oblivious like an ostrich.

Of course, she knew exactly what Braden wanted to ask her. He definitely wanted to know who had

been sending the wontons. However, she had promised Shirley to keep this secret, as if she had made

an oath to God. So... she couldn't confess.

"If you tell me honestly where the wontons come from, I'll give you a generous reward," Braden said,

hands in his pockets, acting like a savvy businessman.

"No!"

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The nurse continued shaking her head, "I swore to God, I can't tell you.’

"That's fine. Just donate more money to God, and He will forgive you."

"I'm guilty, I'm guilty. Please don't ask me. I won't tell you."

The nurse made the sign of the cross on her chest and quickly ran away.

In the hallway, she found Shirley blowing smoke rings and urgently said, "Hey, I finally found you. I'm

really sorry, but I can't help you anymore."

"What's wrong?"

Shirley remained calm and blew a beautiful smoke ring.

"Mr. Stewart and Ms. Gilmore are suspicious about the seafood wontons you've been sending,

especially Ms. Gilmore. She suspects that I made them specifically for Mr. Stewart to seduce him.

Either you confess to them or stop sending the wontons."

The nurse sincerely advised her.

"Alright, then I won't send them anymore."

Shirley was quite nonchalant about it.

After all, Alina was no longer in danger, and she shouldn't be so anxious that she couldn't eat or sleep.

Therefore, this bowl of seafood wonton no longer held any significance.

"But by the way, Shirley... do you know them? What's your relationship with them? Could it be that you

secretly have a crush on Mr. Stewart?"

The nurse couldn't help but gossip.

"How could that be!"

Shirley firmly denied, "I just thought that we’re all Oriental people, and his fiancee had an accident.

He's so worried that he can't even eat properly. I just wanted to give him some hometown flavors and

stimulate his appetite."

"I see..."

The nurse nodded thoughtfully, "That's true. If you secretly love him, what about Antwan? Mr. Stewart

can have whatever he wants, but Antwan only has you. If you leave, it would be so unfair to Antwan."

"So, I won't leave."

Shirley smiled lightly as if she was saying it to the nurse and herself.

"I'll go check on Antwan. Otherwise, that guy will start crying again."

She stood up, silently extinguished her cigarette butt, and her slender figure disappeared into the

darkness...

Braden waited for a whole day but didn't receive the seafood wonton he had been eagerly anticipating.

He could tolerate it during lunchtime, but it was already late at night and there was still no sign of it. He

couldn't bear it any longer.

"What's going on? Why isn’t there any wonton today?"

Braden intercepted a nurse doing her rounds in the corridor while Alina was resting, adopting a

confrontational stance.

"Well, urn..."

The nurse awkwardly touched her neck, "The cafeteria doesn't serve it anymore, Mr. Stewart. Can you

consider something else, like hamburgers, steaks, or pasta?"

"I don't want anything else. I only want wonton, and specifically seafood wonton."

Braden, disregarding his status as a CEO, acted like an unreasonable child, refusing to settle for

anything but wonton.

The nurse was at a loss for words, "Have you not eaten anything all day?"

"That's right. I've been waiting for a whole day. I'm starving, from the front to the back."

Braden admitted openly.

If there was ever a dish that he loved the most, other foods would become compromises, but he...

refused to compromise!

"Alright, wait here for a moment. I'll go to the cafeteria and ask.’’

The nurse reluctantly agreed, fearing that this stubborn man would have some problems if he went

hungry.

"Fine, I'll wait. Remember, my life and death are in your hands now."

Braden's handsome face turned serious, without a hint of joking.

Once the man returned to Alina's room, the nurse breathed a sigh of relief. She hurriedly took a couple

of steps and arrived at Antwan's room on the same floor.

"Shirley, come out for a moment. I need to talk to you about something."

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The nurse stood at the door and beckoned to Shirley with her finger.

Shirley had just finished giving Antwan a muscle massage and reminded him, "It's getting late, you

should go to sleep."

"Yes, dear. Goodnight.’

Antwan sweetly bid Shirley goodnight and closed his eyes, satisfied, ready to sleep.

Shirley walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, and looked at the nurse in confusion,

’What's going on now?"

"What else could it be? It's all because of a bowl of seafood wonton!"

The nurse couldn't help but complain about Braden's childish stubbornness. She shrugged at the

woman and said, "What do we do now? Mr. Stewart, being such a grown man, actually resorts to a

hunger strike to threaten me.

Should I still give him the wonton?"

"Did he really not eat anything all day?"

"Absolutely. Not only did he not eat anything, but he didn't even drink a sip of water!"

"How childish!"

Shirley couldn't help but curse. It was true that she shouldn't have cared about his life or death and

denied him even a single bowl of wonton. But after much hesitation, she couldn't bring herself to be

that heartless.

"You wait here. I'll go buy it for him. When the time comes, you tell him that this is the last bowl, and

there won't be another hunger strike!"

After saying this angrily, Shirley faced the night and headed toward the nearby Chinese restaurant.

Typically, Western restaurants don't operate at night, and it was already late, so she couldn't guarantee

that the Chinese restaurant was still open.

About ten minutes later, she arrived at the Chinese restaurant. It was quite coincidental that the

landlady was just finishing tidying up the tableware, preparing to close.

"Landlady, wait!"

Shirley gasped for breath and said, "I want a bowl of seafood wonton."

"Shirley, why did you come so late? Unfortunately, we're closing now."

The landlady looked at the familiar face with great regret.

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