When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden) novel Chapter 553

Summary for Chapter 553: When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)

Summary of Chapter 553 from When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)

Chapter 553 marks a crucial moment in Zaylee CortéZ’s Romance novel, When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden). This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.

Chapter 553 A Man Shouldn’t Be Weak

Shirley entered the medical room, supported Braden, who was unconscious, and fed him a bowl of medicine.

“Victory is within reach, you rascal, you must hold on!”

She held the man’s hand, her eyes reddened.

In the blink of an eye, it was dark outside.

Shirley sat by the bedside, anxiously waiting for the man to wake up.

“Ms. Wilson, Mr. Stewart’s condition is relatively stable. Why don’t you go and rest for a while?” a kind nurse advised Shirley.

“It’s fine. I can rest here too. If I’m by his side, I’ll feel more at ease.”

“Take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything.”

The nurse sighed deeply and left the medical room.

Everyone at the MTW Center knew that Ms. Wilson was deeply in love with Mr. Stewart!

After some time, Shirley dozed off, leaning against the edge of the bed.

Braden woke up and moved his fingers, easily brushing against Shirley’s hair.

Her silky hair lingered between his fingers, stirring his heart.

“You’re awake?”

Shirley was lightly asleep but immediately sensed something was amiss. She woke up abruptly and looked nervously at Braden, “How do you feel? Are you still uncomfortable? Do you still feel weak?1′

Braden felt embarrassed as if he had been caught stealing. He quickly withdrew his hand and coldly replied, “Who told you I felt weak? I’m fine.”

Seeing that he had the energy to argue, Shirley breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, ‘Right, right, a man shouldn’t be weak. It was my choice of words that was wrong.”

“However, I do feel much better, as if I have regained some strength. I don’t feel particularly dizzy anymore.”

Braden moved his arm and felt an unprecedented lightness and comfort in his body.

“That’s good, that’s good.”

Shirley was overjoyed, realizing that Antwan’s herbal medicine was indeed effective!

Upon hearing the news, May hurried over to feel Braden’s pulse. She was delighted and said, “Mr. Stewart’s pulse is steady and strong. His condition is even better than before. It seems we’ve found the right herbs this time!”

“What herbs?”

Braden frowned slightly and asked in a serious tone.

“Um… Angelica, Lycium, and such. They are herbs that can cure you!”

Shirley made up a few names of herbs and said to the man, “Take good care of yourself. The day of your recovery is just around the corner!”

It was getting late, and Braden had some porridge before falling asleep again.

Shirley and May left the medical room and went to an inconspicuous corner.

“May, you didn’t deceive me, did you? Is Braden really in a better condition than before?”

She couldn’t believe that things would go so smoothly. Her intuition told her that May was lying to her to put her at ease.

“Miss Wilson, I assure you; Mr. Stewart’s condition has improved a lot. Antwan’s blood worked even better than I expected!”

May’s tone was resolute. She was fairly excited as if a medical researcher discovered a new territory.

“But that’s Antwan’s blood. He hates Braden to death. How could his blood be effective?”

“Love and affection work wonders, even from those closest to us. Perhaps deep down, Antwan still has a great deal of respect for Mr. Stewart.”

In the quiet of the night, she had no trace of sleepiness. Leaning against the pillar of the pavilion, she looked at the full moon in the distance.

The wind gently brushed her face, icy and cool, enough to keep her awake.

Sometimes, she truly wished that everything was just a dream!

“The moonlight tonight is beautiful, isn’t it?”

From behind her, a man’s playful and teasing voice sounded.

Without thinking, she knew it was Antwan, who just wouldn’t disappear. However, his voice was weaker than before after losing so much blood.

Shirley looked at his thin attire and the white gauze wrapped around his wrist and felt a twinge of self-blame, “It’s chilly at night. Would it kill you to wear an extra layer?”

Antwan’s pitch-black eyes instantly lit up like sparkling stars, “Oh, well, did the sun rise from the west today? You actually care about me?” he exclaimed.

“This is the moon, not the sun, you idiot!” Shirley retorted, giving him an annoyed glance. She stared at his wrist and asked softly, “How are you feeling? Is it still painful?”

“See, you care about me again and won’t even admit it!” Antwan responded. He wagged his metaphorical tail like an eager puppy, his face beaming with happiness, “Aren’t you touched? Would you consider being with me? I promise I’ll make you happy!”

Shirley remained silent.

Tsk tsk, she had felt a bit sorry for him just now. But now it seemed that this macho man had no capacity for pain at all!

Antwan regained some seriousness and asked Shirley, “So, how is Braden? Is he alright?”

“He’s not dead. On the contrary… your blood is more useful than mine.”

“See, I told you! My blood is precious!” Antwan exclaimed like a big fool, sharing in the joy.

Because Braden was fine, Shirley was fine, and if Shirley was fine, he would be fine too.

“But since he’s okay, why do you still seem gloomy?”