When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)
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!"

"You're so childish," Shirley couldn't help but comment.

These two brothers had completely different tastes. Braden liked his latte bitter but authentic, while Antwan preferred caramel macchiatos with lots of milk and sugar.

Under the sunshine, amidst the flowers, they didn't engage in many conversation, simply enjoying the rare tranquility.

Antwan ran his finger along the rim of the coffee cup, feeling the warmth. Then, in a casual tone, he spoke, "I heard that Braden and Alina are about to come to Norway for their honeymoon...' Shirley paused for a moment, then nodded after a long while, "Mm.*

"If you want to go see him, you can go. I know taking care of me, a useless person, for the past six months has been hard on you. If seeing him can make you a little happier, I support you going to see him,' Antwan's expression carried a hint of guilt.

Back then, he willingly cooperated with Braden for the "Bloodletting and Bone-smoking Therapy." But the ones being punished were not just him alone, right?

His pain originated from his body, which could be alleviated with medication.

Shirley's pain originated from her mind, and suppressing it for a long time would inevitably cause problems.

"No need," Shirley decisively refused, "What's the point of meeting him? We were never meant to be together. It would only bring more pain to myself.'

"What if I'm willing to let you go?" Antwan asked, his heart clenching as he uttered those words.

He had never been a generous person, perhaps even a hypocritically selfish one. But when he encountered Shirley, his destined "bane." He was willing to give up everything.

"If you're willing to let me go, I'm not willing to let you go," Shirley embraced the man from behind, coaxing him like a child, "I went for fortune-telling recently, and our destinies align, making us suitable for staying together. Don't pretend to push me away, or I'll really leave, and you won't even have time to cry."

Antwan, feeling quite inadequate, had redness in his eyes as he choked out, "Although I know you're just trying to comfort me, that statement is really uplifting!"

Before this, he had never dared to hope that Shirley would care for him so much.

Once again, it proved that this deal was not a loss!

"Actually, with your attentive care and companionship over the past six months, I've already recouped my investment. So if you really want to leave, I won't hold any resentment. You don't need to burden yourself," Antwan spoke honestly.

"I don't have any burdens...' Shirley's gaze was serene, like calm water, "Half a year ago, after you cooperated with Braden for the surgery, I handed him over to Alina and Tracy. They helped me lie, saying that you and I were traveling the world. At that time, I didn't leave myself any retreat."

"Perhaps, in his heart at this moment, I'm just an insignificant passerby, an untrustworthy deceiver. He has long forgotten me and found the woman he loves the most. Even if we were to meet briefly, what could change?"

Antwan tightened his fingers silently, filled with guilt in his heart.

He couldn't tell Shirley that the reason Braden forgot about her was not because he willingly forgot, but due to deliberate interference.

If one day Shirley found out this secret, she would probably never forgive him...

Several more days passed, and the food supplies in the refrigerator ran out.

"I'll go to town to buy some vegetables and fruits. Mr. Jones, the neighbor, will come to keep you company."

On an early morning, after Shirley admonished Braden, she hung a canvas bag on her bicycle and set off towards the town.

The small town in Norway had a sparse population, and the only market was also small, but it stood out for its cleanliness and tidiness, with many creative stalls.

After buying fruits and vegetables, Shirley ordered a cup of hot milk tea and planned to take a stroll in the market.