When she unveils identities

Chapter 547

Chapter 547 It Was Strange, Except for You

As Shirley arrived at the West Wing, she could hear the sound of shattered glassware from inside.

"Get out of here! I don't need your pity!"

Two female nurses then walked out with a gloomy demeanor and red eyes, clearly having cried due to

feeling wronged.

"What happened to you both?" Shirley asked the nurses.

"Ms. Wilson, are you awake? That's great..."

The female nurse spoke as if seeing a savior, "Please go and persuade Mr. Stewart. He's in bad

condition, refusing to eat or drink, and won't let us care for him. He chased us all out, and if he goes on

like this, he'll die of thirst or starvation, even if he's not sick."

"He’s not eating or drinking?"

Shirley furrowed her brows and muttered, ’He acts like a child throwing a tantrum again. He is too

childish.’

She turned to the two female nurses and said, "Alright, you can go now. I'll take care of it.’

"Thank you so much, Ms. Wilson. Please be careful, though. Mr. Stewart has been temperamental

these past few days," the female nurse warned gratefully.

Shirley walked through the comfortable garden and arrived at the door of Braden's room. She pushed

the door open gently but was met with an inkstone hurled at her.

"Don't you understand what I said? I told you to leave me alone!’ With a pale face, Braden was leaning

on the bed and shouted in the direction of the door in a bad tone.

She had never seen him so irritable and out of control before, and while others may have been afraid,

she only felt worried.

How could he let himself go like this if he wasn't so desperate? Especially when he was Braden, the

favored son of heaven.

"Do you think you're being too wasteful? It's such a shame that you smashed this good inkstone to

pieces," Shirley said.

Shirley bent down calmly and threw the broken inkstone into the trash. She walked over to Braden and

lightly covered his hand with her slender, pale fingers.

This touch was like a shot of tranquilizer and immediately calmed Braden down.

"Are you... okay?"

Braden felt his heart tighten.

That day, Shirley suddenly fainted, and he was so useless that he couldn't do anything.

For the next three days, time seemed to drag on endlessly. Although he was constantly worried about

her, he was too stubborn to show it and refused to visit her.

He had heard someone say, "Shirley has Antwan taking care of her, so she'll be fine.’

Well, if she had Antwan taking care of her, then she was sure to be fine. But what about him? Even

taking one step required someone else to take care of him. If he went to see her, wouldn't he just be a

burden?

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I stayed up late every day playing games, and my blood sugar level dropped

slightly. I'll be as good as new after a few days of rest," Shirley said in a relaxed tone, afraid that

Braden would worry about her.

Braden finally relaxed and said indifferently, "Right, with Antwan taking care of you, how could you not

be okay?"

Shirley couldn't help but smile. He had forgotten about her and was now acting all petty again. He was

such a jealous person!

"Yes, I'm being taken care of very well. My face is clean, and my stomach is full. Unlike you... You don't

eat or drink, and your stubble is growing out. The CEO has turned into a rough man, making all your

fangirls feel worried." Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Shirley finished speaking and touched the stubble around his mouth. In her words and actions, she

couldn't help but pamper him.

At this moment, in her eyes, Braden was like a fragile baby, even more, fragile than Ben and Ally. No

matter how unreasonable he was, she was willing to pamper, hold, and even keep him in her mouth for

fear of melting away.

"I don't like people touching me."

Braden's voice was cold.

He had always been the kind of person with a strong sense of boundaries. Even Alina Gilmore, whom

he trusted the most, occasionally touched his face or hair. He felt a bit uncomfortable. So, he naturally

did not like these female caregivers caring for him.

"Really? I feel like you love it when I touch you, sweetie... Let me pet your hair."

Shirley smiled and played a prank by rubbing the man's hair and pinching his cheeks, enjoying the thrill

of jumping around the Tiger.

She thought the man would explode with anger, but he replied indifferently, "It's strange, but you're an

exception."

Shirley never thought of his answer.

"So, if I have to have someone to take care of me closely, it must be you."

Shirley was surprised.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to?"

"No, no, it's just that I'm curious. Are you thinking of something?"

Shirley could clearly feel that Braden was getting closer to her, to the point that she had to suspect that

he was remembering her.

Otherwise, why would she be so special?

"Should I be thinking of something?’

Braden asked in return.

Shirley was silent for a few seconds, then self-mockingly smiled, "Then I'd rather you not remember. I'm

not a good person."

Braden did not continue to question her on this topic. He knew that Shirley would not tell him even if he

wanted to know.

Some answers needed to be found by himself. Whether they were good or bad, he needed to judge for

himself.

"Help me shave my beard."

Braden suddenly asked.

He was a person who had high demands on his appearance, always neat and clean, never allowing

himself to have a scruffy beard or unkempt hair.

But these few days, he felt particularly decadent, not washing his face or shaving his beard, like an

artist who had lost interest in life.

The moment he heard Shirley's voice, he felt that this world was still quite interesting and worth

exploring.

"Shave your beard?" Shirley scratched her head and felt embarrassed.

To her shame, she had grown up so much, been over mountains and seas, trained in a martial arts

school, and even carried an AK47. She had become mentally tough. But she had never shaved her

beard or helped a man shave his beard.

"Is it inconvenient?" Braden turned towards Shirley. Though he couldn't see her face, he sensed her

hesitation.

"It's not that it's inconvenient, but... I don't know how to shave, and I'm afraid I'll do a bad job.’

"It's alright. No matter what you shave, I'll accept it."

"Okay, really? You promise!" Shirley chuckled with delight.

She found an old-fashioned razor in the bathroom with a primitive blade.

"Okay, I'm ready." Shirley lifted the blade, eager to give it a try.

"I'm ready too.’ Braden closed his eyes, ready for her action, as if he was preparing for a heroic death.

"Tsk!" As Shirley approached, she was once again struck by the man's beautiful face and couldn't help

but compliment him.