When She Unveils Identities

When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 299

Chapter 299 Like Old Friends

“Eh, what else can it be? It’s Mr. Braden!”

When May mentioned this name, she frowned. She let out a long sigh and said, “You should know that Ms. Wilson had a marriage before. She devoted herself to this marriag e and loved Mr. Braden dearly, but it came to no good…

“Ms. Wilson could be invincible, but when she was in love, she became stubborn. She has trapped hers elf in that failed marriage for years and has not dragged herself out.”

Mr. Quintin was silent for a long time. His expression under the mask could not be seen clearly, but May could feel that he was cold and gloomy.

“So she still loves her ex–husband after so many years. Is it because she misses him so much that

she cannot sleep at night?”

“I don’t think so.”

May shook her head. “She may not love Mr. Braden. Maybe she just can’t accept or forget it.”

“She can’t accept it?”

“Yes. Love is like speculating on the stock market. The more you invest, the harder it is for you to

get free. Once you lose, not only will you not stop, but you will also put more money in it until you lose all your money in the end… Ms. Wilson is devastated. How can she let it go so easily?”

May’s words were quite rational and thought–provoking.

Mr. Quintin seemed to be deeply touched. He said coldly, “You are right. Love is like speculating on

the stock market. Since the outcome is hard to say, the only way to solve it is to not invest too

much. The less you invest, the easier you can pull yourself free. You will not be unwilling if you feel disappoint ed in love.”

May looked at Mr. Quintin in confusion. She carefully asked, “What kind of feelings do you have for

Ms. Wilson? If you only want to flirt with her, please don’t get close to her. Once she falls in love, it

will be difficult for her to pull herself out. She has experienced the pain of love once. She must not suffer it again!”

“How much I invest myself in this depends on her. Now it seems that she still loves her ex–husband

and won’t fall in love with me.”

“Indeed. She cannot fall in love with other men and start a new relationship until she forgets Mr. Braden. She is depressed and can’t sleep at night. It’s really worrying!”

May thought of this and felt sad.

May patted Mr. Quintin on the shoulder and said, “Come on. Since Ms. Wilson is willing to bring you to Sunflower Island, you must be special to her. Try to make her fall in love with you as soon as possible. This way, she will forget Mr. Braden.”

“I can’t…”

Mr. Quintin said meaningfully, “Since she still loves Braden, only Braden can help her.”

Shirley didn’t know how long she had slept. When she woke up, it was late at night. A faint lamp was bu rning in her room.

Mr. Quintin was lying on the chair under the lamp. There was a book on his body and he seemed to

be asleep.

Shirley touched her forehead. It seemed that her fever had gone.

Shirley threw back the blanket, gently got out of bed, and crept to Mr. Quintin.

Midnight Ghost, who everyone was afraid of, was sleeping on the beanbag chair in Shirley’s room. A cl assic book was placed on his body. This scene was quite strange!

Shirley calmed herself down, took a deep breath, and waved her hand in front of Mr. Quintin.

Mr. Quintin was still motionless, and from the heaving frequency of his chest, he was sleeping

soundly.

Shirley thought, humph, no matter how cautious you are, you are finally in my hands. I want to see wha t kind of terrible face you have under this mask.

Mr. Quintin had said that he would kill anyone who saw his face!

But Mr. Quintin was asleep now. Even if Shirley saw his face, she could say she was sleepwalking.

He probably wouldn’t kill her, right?

Shirley bent down, her long fingers touching Mr. Quintin’s perfect face. Just as she was about to take of f his mask, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

“What do you want to do?”

Mr. Quintin asked coldly.

Feeling awkward, Shirley froze and did not dare to move. She said with a smile, “Haha, you, you are

awake. There was a mosquito on your face, so I killed it.”

“It was very kind of you.”

Mr. Quintin was still lying, but he looked dominating and crafty. He pulled Shirley into his arms and

said with a faint smile, “How do you think I should thank you?”

Shirley lay on Mr. Quintin’s chest, not daring to struggle. She was afraid that if she struggled, it would lo ok like they were flirting.

Shirley pretended to be calm and said, “No need. I just wanted to repay your kindness. You took care of me for the whole night, urged me to take medicine, and played the piano for me. It was not a big deal that I killed the mosquito on your face!”

“Indeed!”

Mr. Quintin said unhurriedly, “It was very tiring to take care of you. In particular, you didn’t want to take medicine. I worked hard all night, so busy that I have pain in my back and feel sleepy. It’s not enough fo r you to kill a mosquito for me, right?”

“What do you want me to do?”

Shirley gritted her teeth and asked.

Mr. Quintin was cunning. He followed Shirley’s example and trapped her.

“Well, just massage my shoulders and legs and sing a song for me.”

Shirley’s face darkened. “Enough. I don’t like this kind of joke.”

Mr. Quintin let go of Shirley. He looked out the window at the bright full moon and whispered, “Can you c

“Sure!”

With a snap of her fingers, Shirley got up and picked up some snacks and fruits.

“Let’s begin!”

Shirley was wrapped in a blanket and held a crisp red apple in her hand, looking relaxed. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Mr. Quintin sat up straight and sized Shirley up. “Your fever has gone?”

“Yes.”

“And you have got rid of your cold?”

“Yes!”

Shirley took a bite of the apple and said proudly, “As I told you, I have a good physique. I can recover from such a minor coid after a nap.

“Without May’s medicine, you wouldn’t be able to recover so quickly.”

“You know what, the most useful thing is your music…”

Shirley could not help but recall it. “I didn’t know that you could play the piano so well. It cured insomnia

Mr. Quintin curled his lips and said, “There are many other things you don’t know, but there are years ahead. You have plenty

Shirley looked at Mr. Quintin and felt that he was strange.

They didn’t know each other well, but they chatted naturally, like two old friends who had known

each other for a long time.

“Who the hell are you? Did we meet before?”

Shirley couldn’t help but ask Mr. Quintin.