When She Unveils Identities

When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 259

Chapter 259 True Identity

“It’s not that!”

Shirley burped. With her head dizzy, she leaned against the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. “I just feel that… It’s a little too sudden. It’s like you were reading a book, and when it came to the best part, the author stopped writing. My ex-husband was trash, but he didn’t deserve such an ending!”

“Is that all?”

The man seemed to be very dissatisfied with her answer. He asked in a deep voice, “Do you have no other feelings for him? You don’t feel sad to lose him?”

Shirley was quiet

She did not answer. She was still looking at the blank ceiling. As she looked at it, her vision blurred as if some tiny dust had fallen into her eyes.

The man looked down at her and saw the sparkling tears in her eyes. He frowned slightly. “Are you crying?”

“Of course not!”

Shirley sniffed and said expressionlessly, “Something gets in my eyes.”

“Is that so?”

The man stared at her silently. After a long, long time, he let out a long sigh. “You are so drunk, yet you are

still so dishonest. That’s not cute at all!”

He bent over and unconsciously leaned closer to her. His voice was gentle and warm like the spring breeze “If you want to cry, cry your heart out. Anyway, I’m the emotional trash can that your friend bought you. You can tell me all the things that make you unhappy!”

“No, I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

Shirley closed her eyes and there seemed to be tears falling down from the corners of her eyes.

Like a child, she hugged the man’s arm again and said softly, “Let me use your arm as a pillow for a while.”

This man made her feel secure. And with the effect of alcohol, she soon fell asleep…

In a daze, she felt that something pecked her on the lips. It was soft and itchy, leaving her wanting more.

This feeling was too similar to the feeling that Braden had given her!

“Ugh…”

She opened her red lips slightly and wrapped her slender arms around the man’s neck, instinctively wanting

to ask for more.

But in the end, the man only gently patted her back and said softly, “Sleep, silly!”

At the same time, the real Devin was tied up in the bathroom, his face full of horror.

No Ident.tv

“Let me go, you… Who are you?”

A man in black said condescendingly, “Cut the crap. Our boss needs your identity for a while. In short… You have to do whatever we ask you to do. When it’s over, you will get paid!”

The next day.

Shirley woke up with a splitting headache. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Damn, the hangover felt like shit. Her arms and legs felt so sore. She dared not get so drunk again!

She stretched herself, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.

She suddenly saw sunflowers, her favorite flowers, next to her pillow. Under the pillow, there was a card.

“Good morning, my beauty. I hope you had a good time last night. Looking forward to seeing you again, from your ‘therapist’.”

Therapist?

Fragments of what happened last night flashed through her mind. Those scenes that made her face blush and her heart pound were still vivid in her head.

She remembered that she was wasted last night. She danced crazily with Nancy. She even brought Devin to

this room and took advantage of him. They even kissed, and even…

Shirley’s cheeks suddenly turned red, and she didn’t dare to think further.

She hurriedly lowered her head to look at herself. She discovered that her clothes were intact and her body.

didn’t feel it had had sex. Only then was she relieved.

However, although she was relieved, Devin gave her a special feeling.

He felt so familiar, so reliable, just like… Just like Braden!

Was Devin from last night actually Braden?