When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)

Chapter 561 Please Feel Free to Hate Me!

"Could you make another bowl even though you're closing, boss? Please, be lenient!' Shirley clasped her hands together and earnestly pleaded with the boss.

"Come tomorrow, it's just a bowl of wonton. Skipping a meal won't kill you, right?'

"No, no, no, this time I won't skip it. It might actually kill me... Anyway, this bowl of wonton is very important. Boss, please, I'm your loyal customer, and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to leave empty-handed!' "Oh, I can't do anything with you!" The boss helplessly shook her head and reluctantly restarted the cooking process to fulfill Shirley's request.

Not just the boss, but the whole town took good care of Shirley. They could even be described as doting.

Firstly, it was out of sympathy for a weak woman who had to take care of a man with physical disabilities and blindness.

Secondly, Shirley was genuinely kind and adorable, always helping the elderly in the town with computer repairs, online shopping, and appliance installations. She was a wonderful person.

While pinching the wonton wrappers, the boss chatted with Shirley, "Who is this person who will supposedly die if he doesn't eat wontons? It's not Antwan, right? I remember that boy doesn't like noodles.' "It's not him." Shirley also skillfully pinched the wonton wrappers, gently twisting them after filling them with minced meat mixed with leeks, scallions, and shrimp to form small wontons.

"Not him?!" The boss paused, her curiosity ignited, "Oh my, have I stumbled upon a big secret? The person eating the wontons is not Antwan? Then who could it be?"

"It's... someone I know from my hometown," Shirley replied ambiguously.

"Well, this person must hold a special place in your heart. For so many days, you've been buying wontons for him tirelessly. It's quite late now, and you're still asking me to make another bowl. I can't help but feel that... his place in your heart is even more significant than Antwan's."

"Haha, boss, why would you think that way? Antwan and I are the model couple of the town. Do you doubt our relationship?" Shirley said with a teasing tone.

Externally, she and Antwan presented themselves as a couple, and many people envied their love. However, behind closed doors, they were more like two lonely warriors, striving to live for the purest things in their hearts.

"It's because your relationship with Antwan feels more like a responsibility. I can sense the exhaustion in you, but with this person, it seems like the love comes from the depths of your heart. You are passionate about him." The boss hit the nail on the head.

Shirley's mind wandered for a moment, remaining silent for a long time. Finally, she spoke with some philosophical insight, "Isn't the highest form of love for humans a sense of responsibility?" Soon, a bowl of wonton was ready. The aroma filled the entire street.

This time, Shirley made most of the wontons herself. They might not look very appealing, but they held special significance.

The boss packed the wontons and handed them to Shirley.

Shirley prepared to pay, but the boss refused, "Shirley, since you made these wontons yourself, I won't charge you. I hope this bowl of wontons brings you genuine happiness, the kind that comes from the bottom of your heart." The boss said, patting Shirley's shoulder with profound meaning.

This young girl carried so much on her shoulders at such a tender age. Recently, the boss had noticed a glimpse of happiness on her face.

Perhaps, this was the meaning behind this bowl of wontons. Shirley carried the wontons out of the Chinese restaurant, lowering her head to catch a whiff of the steaming aroma.

Her lips involuntarily curled into a smile. When she looked up, she saw a tall man waiting for her.

"You..." She stood frozen in place as if she had been struck by acupuncture, "So, you've been the one acting as the snail girl all this time?" Braden stood three feet away, his gaze filled with a complex mix of surprise and perplexity.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Shirley stuttered, attempting to deny it.

"Don't deny it. The nurse told me everything..." Braden approached her step by step, adopting a condescending posture as he questioned her, "Tell me, what's your purpose in doing all this?" Seeing that she couldn't fool him, Shirley decided to be honest, "What purpose could there be other than feeling sorry for you and fearing that you'll starve?"

"Whether I starve or not, what does it have to do with you? Do we know each other?" Braden's deep eyes showed a hint of caution as he coldly snorted, "Or is it that you know about my extraordinary identity and are trying to get my attention through this method, to seduce me?"

"???" Shirley was rather speechless and rolled her eyes dramatically.

Was this guy really the blood and eyes of Antwan? Did he become just as narcissistic and thick-skinned as Antwan?

"Let's say I am trying to seduce you. Do you feel seduced?" Shirley raised her long, alluring eyes, smiling slyly like a fox, as she asked, her tone carrying a hint of ambiguity.

Since he regarded her as a woman with impure motives, she would show him just that. Only in this way would he lose all interest in her and stop bothering her.

"Is that so? Then try to seduce me again,” Braden replied expressionlessly, his face revealing no emotions, making it hard to decipher.

Shirley curled her lips and lightly lifted the determined chin of the man with her slender fingers. She casually said, "You know, now that you're rich, I wondered if there was any way to get close to you. Coincidentally, I heard from the nurse that your girlfriend had a car accident. So, an opportunity presented itself...'

"They say that to capture a man's heart, you have to capture his stomach. That's why I've been sending you wontons every day. I wanted you to get used to eating them so that you couldn't live without me anymore."

She spoke with such conviction as if it were true. It madeBraden detest her. In fact, she succeeded in doing so.

"Get lost!" Braden pushed her away as if he had seen something filthy, expressing extreme disgust, "I, Braden, detest women who are scheming. You don't even compare to a single strand of hair on my fiancee's head, yet you dare to try and replace her. How audacious!"

Shirley bit her lip slightly, feeling uneasy inside, but a smile appeared on her face, "You say you detest me, but when you were eating my wontons, you couldn't help but indulge in them. If I'm an audacious woman, then you are a man of double standards."

"Shut up!" Braden, who was infuriated and embarrassed, snatched the wontons from Shirley's hand and forcefully threw them to the ground, "Even if I starve to death, I won't take a bite of your food!' Then he walked away, leaving behind their reunion after half a year-a brief and melodramatic encounter.

Shirley stood still, looking at the scattered wontons, and smiled bitterly, "Please feel free to hate me. That's fine!'