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Chapter 419 Not the First Time "I won't let this happen."
Braden said coldly.
"It might still happen!”
Liam said even more boldly, "You never know what might happen. If Ms. Wilson and Amelie are
incompatible, and only one of them can survive, who will you let live?"
Braden did not answer. He only looked at Shirley more gently and firmly.
He believed that the answer had spoken for itself!
Braden made the wrong choice four years ago, separating him from Shirley for four years.
Four years later, he would not make the same mistake.
Braden would not waste any second with Shirley and the children!
When the car arrived at the Stewart's house, it was already past two in the morning.
"Mr. Stewart, we're here."
Liam reported softly.
"Okay."
Braden replied softly.
They spoke softly and moved slowly as if they were guarding a sleeping baby, afraid of waking Shirley
up.
"Um... Do you need my help?"
Staring into the rearview mirror, Liam saw the predicament Braden was in.
At this time, Shirley was drunk. Like an octopus, her head was nestled tightly in Braden's arms, her
limbs around Braden. Thus, Braden could not move at all.
"No, thanks."
Braden said coldly, "You are done for today."
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Liam also realized that he was the third wheel. He bent slightly and got out of the car. When he closed
the door, he reminded Braden, "I hope your waist is still okay in the morning."
Braden looked like he was going to kill someone. "You can get lost now!"
Liam played innocent. "Mr. Stewart, don't overthink this. I was really afraid that you would sprain your
waist!"
His words sounded meaningful and full of hints.
Liam was really worried.
If Braden continued to maintain this posture and let the "octopus" keep lying on him, he would definitely
sprain his waist before morning!
Only after Liam had left did Braden realize what "spraining his waist" meant.
He had tried to get up and get out of the car several times, while Shirley just wrapped around him even
tighter.
"Wake up. Let me get out of the car first. I'll carry you to bed."
Braden tried to pry her slender arms off his neck, and in the end, Shirley slapped him.
"Don't move. I want to sleep!"
Shirley closed her eyes and felt that her "cradle" was about to flip. Her red lips pouted as she muttered,
"If you move around again, I'll sell you..."
"Damn woman!"
Braden felt a burning pain on his face. He was afraid that he would be slapped again for no reason, so
he immediately sat up straight and stopped moving.
Shirley smiled with satisfaction. "Good boy. I know you were the best. You’re ten thousand times better
than my jerk ex-husband..."
She mentioned that man again!
Braden was angry and helpless. He asked, "How long have you known him? You haven't even seen his
face. Why do you have such deep feelings for him? What exactly do you see in him?"
'There are plenty of things I see in him."
'Like what?"
"For example, he cooked for me. Every day, I went home after work, and no matter how tired I was,
when I saw the hot food on the table, I felt warm inside..."
'Who can't cook? Everyone can do it after taking cooking classes."
"Yes, there are countless people in this world who cook, but there is only one Mr. Quintin. My stupid ex-
husband can never replace him."
'Have you ever thought that it might be unnecessary to replace him? Because... They are actually the
same person?"
As soon as Braden said this, he began to regret it.
He was indeed Mr. Quintin. To be exact, he was the one who replaced Mr. Quintin.
The real Mr. Quintin had been defeated in the battle back then, and no one even knew if he was still
alive.
For so many years, Braden had taken over the Crimson Pawnshop and created a new order at Sutor
Wharf with a mask and a voice changer.
He had never thought of implicating Shirley and the children, but fate had to let this happen.
It took a thousand lies to patch up one lie.
When Braden put on the mask, faced Shirley as Mr. Quintin, and successfully made her rely on him
and even fall in love with him, there was no turning back.
If he confessed everything at this time, knowing Shirley, a very proud woman, she would definitely think
that Braden was playing with her and humiliating her. The divide between them would only grow wider,
so wide that it was impossible to bridge...
But what if Braden did not confess? How could he win her back?
Thinking of this, he felt ridiculous. His rival in love was actually himself. Was this karma?
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"Mr. Quintin, you fool, I won’t allow you to insult yourself like this..."
Shirley nestled in Braden's warm embrace and said in a daze, "You are such a warm and kind person.
How can you be the same person as that man as cold as ice? Unless you have multiple personalities!"
"You’re right. He and I are not the same person, but our feelings for you are the same."
To let Shirley sleep peacefully, Braden had been frozen. His waist and neck were already sore.
"Go to sleep. Have a good sleep and have a beautiful dream. Tomorrow will be another day."
The man gently patted Shirley's back as if he was coaxing his daughter to sleep, showing all the
tenderness he had.
Shirley no longer spoke.
She fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, the first rays of the morning sun shone through the window and illuminated the spacious
back seat of the Rolls-Royce.
Shirley slowly opened her eyes and found that she was lying upright on Braden.
Their bodies were close together. Her head was on Braden's shoulder, and her delicate nose was
rubbing against his long neck. They could never look more intimate.
Shirley instantly blushed all over. She carefully held her breath and prepared to get up.
Braden suddenly tightened his arm, firmly holding her slender waist, making them even more intimate.
"Braden, let go!"
Shirley struggled with embarrassment.
"You slept with me for the entire night, and now you want to get rid of me? This isn't fair, is it?"
Braden deeply and affectionately stared at Shirley, whose face was just inches away from his.
Shirley was thin-skinned and couldn't bear his gaze. She looked away and said, "I was drinking at a
bar. When did I sleep with you? Don't slander me!"
"It's because you were drunk that the beast in you came up. You should know, right?"
Braden's words were beyond Shirley's powers of refutation. She could only brace herself and say, "So
what if it is true? It's not the first time!”
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