When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)

Chapter 24 Braden Was a Showman

When Braden woke up, he found he was lying in a hospital bed.

The nurse came in, was overjoyed, and said, "Mr. Stewart, you finally woke up. You have been in a coma for a day and a night."

"One day and one night!"

Damn it!

His blood phobia was getting worse and worse, which always made him drop the ball.

The last memory before he fainted was that Shirley was shot. When he thought of this, his heart

suddenly tightened.

He grabbed the nurse's arm and asked coldly, "Where is Shirley? Is she okay?"

The nurse was frightened by Braden's excited reaction and said tremblingly, "You, you mean Mrs.

Stewart? After she sent you to the hospital yesterday, she got bandaged slightly and left."

"Slightly bandaged?"

When Braden heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that Shirley was not shot, and the situation was not as serious as he had imagined.

"Yes. After that, she left with Mr. Parker."

The nurse added.

"She left with Ewan!"

When Braden heard this, he directly went through the discharge formalities.

"Ring! Ring!"

When Shirley was about to have the instant noodles, she heard someone ring the doorbell.

She frowned slightly and complained in her heart, "Ewan is really annoying. He was just sent away. I just scratched my arm. It is no big deal. Why doesn't he allow me to stay alone?" As soon as Shirley opened the door, she saw Braden standing outside and became nervous for no

reason.

"Why... why do you come here?"

Shouldn't he be staying in the hospital? It seemed that he had a serious blood phobia!

"Are you alone?"

Braden didn't answer but asked this question. He looked over Shirley's head sharply into the house. It seemed he was here to find the other man.

"It is none of business, isn't it?"

"I don't think so. Although I am not your husband, I'm your neighbor now. It's good to keep a good relationship with neighbors."

When Braden said this, he entered the door confidently.

Shirley was speechless.

Why didn't she realize that he was so thick-skinned?

What crap! He didn't treat her nicely when she was his wife.

After Braden walked around the room and found that there was no other man, his cold face finally

became softer.

"This is your meal for dinner?"

Braden frowned again when he saw the hamburger that Shirley put on the dining table.

"There was no better choice. My hand is injured, so I can't cook. And I don't want to have a takeaway."

She bought imported instant noodles which were very high-grade and weren't low in nutritional

value.

"How lazy!"

Although he said so, he had already walked into the kitchen and started searching for ingredients. With a few ingredients in the refrigerator, he made three dishes and one soup.

"Unexpectedly, you can cook."

Seeing the warm food on the table, she gained another understanding of this noble and arrogant

man.

"There are many things you don't know about me."

While talking, Braden cut the steak for Shirley.

Shirley's right hand was scratched by a stray bullet, so she could use her left hand.

Seeing this, Braden simply took the fork and fed her directly.

"This... is not appropriate."

Shirley blushed slightly.

The action of feeding was too ambiguous.

"Open your mouth."

Braden's tone was very domineering.

Feeling helpless, she opened her mouth.

Wow, he was really something. The food was yummy, not inferior to that cooked by a professional

chef.

"Woman is a problem!"

Although Mr. Stewart said something impatiently, he fed her in a considerate and gentle way.

During the meal, they tacitly didn't say much.

While she was eating, her eyes suddenly turned red.

In the past four years, she had fantasized about this scene countless times.

As his wife, she hadn't expected him to love her. She had just wished he could have a meal with her.

However, in the past four years, she was always the only one at the huge dining table.

She was lonely in this marriage.

She had been alone at the dining table and in bed. He hadn't accompanied her or loved her...

Now he was willing to accompany her, but she no longer needed it.

She thought it was fine to be alone. It would be too crowded for two people...

"I'm full. Thank you for taking care of me. You can go back to your own home, neighbor."

Shirley withdrew her tears and her heart and coldly chased Braden away.

However, he put down the plate and fork slowly and said in an announcing tone, "I will live here

until you recover."

"It's not necessary."

Shirley refused.

"It is not up to you."

After he finished speaking, he immediately hugged her horizontally. "Now, I will take you to have a bath and then sleep."

What was he talking about? Have a bath? Sleep?

What was he trying to do? Why didn't she feel shameful?

"Braden Stewart, we don't know each other that well. Put me down!"

Shirley struggled in his arms.

With her skills, she could fight a strong man. But why was she directly manipulated by him? It was very embarrassing!

"Don't move. You're hurt."

With a cold face, Braden already came into the bathroom.

The woman in his arms was as light as a feather, which always aroused his infinite desire to protect

her.

Shirley was speechless.

Her arm was just scratched. She could still use her legs and waist. She could take care of herself.

Seeing him carrying her into the bathroom solemnly and having the intention of "serving her", she was a little flustered.

"Braden, you... you really want to bathe me? I warn you to stop it right now. Don't take the opportunity to take advantage of me!"

Braden suddenly smiled evilly. He gently placed the woman on the edge of the bathtub, raised her small chin, and said, "What if I do it?" "Anyway, this bathtub is so big, and it also has an automatic massager. It shouldn't be crowded for two people to take a bath."

"No way!"

Shirley said this loudly, and she blushed.

She never expected that the aloof man she had been infatuated with had such a flirtatious side.

He was certainly a showman, mild on the outside but wild on the inside!

"Braden, don't mess around, or I'll call the police!"

"Do it. I don't think the police will arrest me because I take a bath with my wife..."

When he said this, he had already started to run the bath water and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing

the perfect muscle lines inside.

He bent down, leaned very close to Shirley, and said in a low and sexy voice, "We are going to get divorced anyway, so how about taking a bath together to say goodbye?"

He was seducing her!

Shirley silently clenched her fists.

She thought to herself, "Since the police wouldn't deal with our affairs, don't blame me for being rude!"

Although her arm was injured, it was still effortless for her to knock him down.

The bath water was filled up quickly, and the two were getting closer and closer and more and more

ambiguous.

Just when Shirley was about to punch Braden down, he stood up and looked down at her. "You're so stupid!"

He swiped across the water with his long fingers and flicked some water on her delicate face in a mischievous manner. "I am not so thirsty that I will mess around with a patient!"

"You take a bath yourself, and I'll wait for you outside. Call me anytime you need it."

After Braden finished speaking, he left the bathroom and closed the door thoughtfully.

Shirley finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On second thought, she knew she seemed to be thinking too much.

Braden who was celibate just wanted to play tricks on her. How could he really have that worldly

desire?

Otherwise, they wouldn't have slept once in the past four years. And it was because both of them

were drunk...

Tut, she was thinking too much.

The steam from the bath water was rising, making the whole bathroom foggy and very warm.

After Shirley took off her clothes, she stepped into the bathtub. While listening to music with her eyes closed, she took a comfortable bath, which was very pleasant.

Crossing his long legs, he sat on the sofa and read a newspaper, exuding an innate noble aura.

As he expected, what happened at the charity party made the headlines, and he and Shirley were the focus of the headlines.

In the newspaper, it wrote that the four people who wanted to assassinate him that day were arrested. One of them dressed as a ritual girl, so they sneaked in with a gun under tight security.

In recent years, the Stewart family attracted a lot of attention and had many enemies. Braden was

the sole heir of the family, so many people wanted to assassinate him.

He vaguely remembered that before he took the stage, Shirley reminded him not to do it...

Did she know anything?

She was in the boudoir of a wealthy family and isolated from the world. How could she know anything?

Braden was going to question her carefully after she finished taking a bath.

He suddenly received Liam's phone call, and he talked to him in a tense and serious voice.

"Mr. Stewart, there is news from the police station, saying that those four people have confessed that they were ordered by the same force as the one who assassinated you in Newchark three months ago."

"Really?"

Braden's brows turned cold, and he sat up straight suddenly, feeling shocked.

He thought the attack in Newchark three months ago was caused by the local riots. Now he was told that it was actually done by enemies?

In this way, his brother's death was not an accident!

"They are still struggling and not spitting the real identity of the force behind them. How is your condition now? If you are better, I suggest you come for a trial. After all..."

"Bang!"

At this time, there was a loud noise in the bathroom.