When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden) novel Chapter 555

Chapter 555 This Deal, No Loss!

Six months later…

In a small town in Northern Europe, the pointed-roofed wooden houses resembled something out of a fairy tale, scattered amidst the towering mountains in an orderly fashion.

The most beautiful wooden house was situated at the foot of the mountain, with a spacious courtyard filled with sun-loving flowers that swayed in the warm sunlight.

In the center of the flowerbeds, a handsome man sat in a wheelchair, tilting his head back, basking in the sensation of the sunlight on his cheeks. He breathed in the fragrance of the flowers, his face brimming with a contented expression of happiness.

“Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?” Shirley flicked the blanket on Antwan’s knee gently and asked tenderly.

“I want a cup of coffee made by you,” Antwan replied.

“Alright, enjoy the sun for a bit. I’ll go make you some coffee,” Shirley said before leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead as reassurance.

“You’ve worked hard, my dear,” Antwan held her hand and his voice overflowed with sweetness, mixed with a hint of playfulness.

Unbeknownst to them, half a year had already passed! When he cooperated with Antwan and finished the “Bloodletting and Bone-smoking Therapy, his legs could no longer support his body, his eyes could no longer see anything, and he even breathed harder than before, rendering him completely dependent on others. But he had never regretted it for a moment.

He sacrificed himself but gained the love of his heart. He believed it was a worthwhile transaction.

Shirley was grinding coffee beans in the kitchen with the same level of concentration as when she used to grind them for Braden. Half a year had passed, yet she still found herself trapped in deep self-reproach, never experiencing a day without regret.

She thought, “I am a selfish person, shamelessly putting Antwan at risk for the sake of making Braden better. I’ve ruined Antwan’s life, and no matter how much I serve him like a servant in this lifetime, I can never make amends!”

The television in the living room played international news.

“According to reports, the Stewart Group’s CEO Braden, along with his fiancee Alina, has embarked on a three-month honeymoon trip. Their first stop is the picturesque country of Norway in Northern Europe, known for its fairytale-like landscapes…*

With a loud clatter, the coffee cup dropped to the floor.

Shirley’s heart felt as though it had been injected with a special hormone, pounding intensely. It had been so long since she had experienced the sensation of her heart racing, as she had suppressed and carried such a heavy burden.

“My love, are you okay?” Antwan, in the courtyard, heard the sound of the cup shattering and asked anxiously.

He tried to get up, but as a useless person who couldn’t walk or see, he was powerless to do anything.

“I’m fine. My hand slipped, and the cup fell on the floor!” Shirley took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself.

After brewing the coffee, she turned off the television expressionlessly, without even glancing at the handsome and carefree man on the screen.

Since the moment half a year ago when she decided to leave with Antwan, she and that man were destined to be two parallel lines that would never intersect.

It was just as well, as he deeply loved Alina.

It was just as well, as he had long forgotten about her.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting. How does it taste?” Shirley handed the freshly brewed coffee to Antwan.

“I don’t need to taste it to know that it’s definitely my favorite,” Antwan held the coffee cup and took a sip, “Super sweet!”