When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)
Chapter 559

Chapter 559 "Are You Addicted to Eating?"

Shirley, standing at the corner of the corridor, watched as Braden happily finished the wontons, and she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

That was right, people were made of iron and rice was made of steel. No matter how anxious the situation is, one mustn't go hungry! Several more hours passed like this, and finally, the door of the operating room opened. The doctor came out, and Braden hurried over.

"Don't worry, she's still alive. However, her waist and legs have suffered serious injuries and will require bed rest for some time.' The doctor said to Braden, "During this time, it will be the family's responsibility to take good care of her."

"As long as she's okay, as long as she's okay," Braden instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and the weight on his heart finally lifted.

In a corner, Shirley couldn't help but swallow her saliva, "Wow, Alina also suffered injuries to her waist?! That's too coincidental!"

Little did she know, what was even more coincidental was that the orthopedic wards were all on the same floor, which meant... Antwan and Alina's rooms were on the same floor.

In that case, with heads held high or lowered, she and Braden would inevitably cross paths sooner or later!

Shirley didn't want to encounter such an awkward situation, so she chose to come and go early and late, staying by Antwan's side throughout. If there were any needs, she would reluctantly ask the nurses for help.

And so, two or three days passed, and despite her deliberate avoidance, she and Braden somehow never bumped into each other.

On this day, in Alina's room.

Braden was attentively peeling an apple for Alina. Despite being in pain all over her body, she felt a sense of sweetness.

A nurse came over to change Alina's IV drip. She saw Braden feeding Alina the apple and couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Stewart, you're fairly good to Ms. Gilmore. Is this how love is for all Easterners, warm and sweet?"

Alina smiled and said, "Isn't love warm and sweet for everyone? Does it really matter if it's Eastern or Western?"

The nurse explained, "Love is originally not defined by Eastern or Western. However, recently we've seen another loving couple, also of Eastern origin, so we've formed such an impression..."

"In our town, there's a couple who can be called a model couple. The woman's name is Shirley, and the man's name is Antwan. Their story is very touching. Antwan is a handsome man, but he has physical disabilities with his limbs and is blind. Shirley has been taking care of him meticulously, never leaving his side. It's incredibly moving."

"It is interestingly that Antwan got injured too, and he is currently hospitalized. Shirley, to make him happy, specially bought a small cake that can bring joy to people and fed it to Antwan bit by bit. The male doctors and male nurses in our hospital envy them to no end and dream of replaceing a girlfriend like Shirley."

The nurse vividly recounted the story, her expression filled with longing for love.

"A model couple?" Alina became interested and enthusiastically said, "If they're also from the East, we can be friends with them!"

"Shirley?" Braden had a good memory, and he quickly remembered the name. It was the woman he briefly crossed paths with at the stall, and an inexplicable emotion surged within him.

"What's wrong? Do you know her?"

Alina keenly noticed Braden's change in mood and asked tentatively, "Don't you know her?"

Antwan shook his head, "I just replace the name quite interesting."

"Let me tell you, don't take advantage of my temporary disability to flirt with other girls. I rely on you for the rest of my life," Alina coquettishly teased the man and then asked him, "If one day I become physically disabled with blindness, would you take care of me meticulously or heartlessly abandon me?"

"Foolish girl, of course, I wouldn't abandon you. I would take care of you like taking care of a child. After all, when I was at my lowest point, you never abandoned me, did you?"

"Yes, that's right!" Alina replied somewhat guiltily. This relationship started in such an 'improper' manner, and she had always felt insecure about it.

Around noon, a nurse brought in a fragrant bowl of seafood wontons. These past few days, the seafood wontons were like a clock, either arriving at noon or in the evening, always punctual.

"Mr. Stewart, your wontons, please enjoy them while they're hot!" The nurse placed the steaming wontons on the table.

"Thank you." Braden nodded, already drooling. Habits are a magical thing-it only took a few days for him to develop one.

Alina glanced at the nurse and suddenly felt a sense of crisis. She coldly said, "Where did these wontons come from? I thought they were Chinese food. Can I have a bowl too?"

"Well, you can't!" The nurse firmly refused. After all, these wontons were specially prepared for Mr. Stewart by Shirley. If she were to request another bowl, they wouldn't be able to provide it. "Why can't I? Is this specially made for my fiance? You're quite considerate as a nurse, aren't you?"

"It's not me, I...." The nurse stammered, feeling embarrassed and unable to explain.

Braden stepped in to defuse the situation, "Because you're still in the recovery period, you can't eat seafood. It may cause infection and scarring in your wound."

"Yes, yes, your wound is still healing. Eating seafood can easily cause inflammation and scarring." The nurse sighed in relief, thinking that Mr. Stewart was quick to react.

"Not eating is fine. But can you at least tell me where these wontons come from?' Alina persisted. Now, every woman appearing by Braden's side could be her enemy, and she had to be cautious and vigilant! "They're specially prepared in our cafeteria, specifically for North American people like you.' The young nurse awkwardly explained. Lying wasn't her strong suit. "Really?' Alina asked.

"R-really!" the nurse replied nervously.

"Well then, I want a bowl of seafood wontons right now. Even if I don't eat them, can't I at least smell them?' Alina insisted.

"Ah, well, urn..." Braden saw that Alina was clearly making things difficult for the nurse, so he said in a deep voice, "Enough, don't tease the girl. She's been taking care of you and it hasn't been easy for her." Then he turned to the young nurse and said, "You can leave now. I'll talk to her."

After the nurse left the room, Alina turned away in anger.

"What's wrong?" Braden patiently coaxed, 'You can't be angry with me just because I had a bowl of wontons. If you don't like me eating wontons, I won't eat them in the future."

"It's not because you ate wontons, it's because... I feel like that nurse is trying to seduce you!" Alina pouted, angrily expressing her thoughts.

Braden was at a loss and chuckled, "Where did you get that idea? How do you think she's trying to seduce me?"

"The wontons you had, they smell so authentic. They couldn't possibly come from a cafeteria that serves mass-produced food. Moreover, we're in a foreign country where you can hardly replace an Oriental person in 800 years. How could they prepare an authentic Oriental dish just for you?"

"So?"

"So, it's highly likely that she made those wontons specifically to seduce you. As they say, if you want to capture a man's heart, you have to capture his stomach. Look at you now, addicted to eating them." "Hahaha, Alina, you're really overthinking this. It's just a bowl of wontons, how could they replace you."

Although Braden reassured Alina, he secretly had some doubts in his mind, "Perhaps there is some truth to the origin of these wontons?'