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Chapter 424 Seize the Happiness
Shirley thought, what if Braden knew that Mr. Quintin and I were putting on an act?
Yet to make the kids believe that Mr. Quintin and I were truly in love, we acted very diligently.
Therefore, no third person other than myself and Mr. Quintin should know what was going on between
us.
Unless Mr. Quintin told Braden himself.
If that's the case, what's the relationship between Mr. Quintin and Braden? What secret do they have in
their closet?
'What are you thinking about?"
"No... Nothing."
"For real?"
"Yeah!"
Shirley pursed her lips and said guiltily, ‘I'm telling the truth. Why would I lie to you?"
"Alright then."
Braden looked at Shirley with a half-smile, as if he were looking at an innocent baby who didn't know
how to lie at all.
He thought, / know exactly what you're thinking.
But of course, I won't let you know that I am Mr. Quintin, or with your temper, you might beat the crap
out of me on the spot.
"Braden, what do you think of my proposal? If it's OK with you, let's go back to the mansion. I'm sure
Howard will be very pleased."
Shirley's voice went deeper. She discussed with Braden seriously, and there was sadness in her eyes.
She thought, Howard was so kind to me, but I vanished into thin air for years and never thought about
how he felt. What's more, I actively deprived him of the right to visit his great-grandchildren. I'm so
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I want to make amends while Howard is still strong and conscious.
"Fine by me."
Braden paused for a moment and then said, "But I hope that one day, we can stop acting and make
things real. I hope to be with you. Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance of happiness, I hope
we can be brave once and give it a go again."
This time, Shirley did not refuse him right away.
She was silent for a long time, and she then said in a voice that was neither loud nor low, "Alright. Let's
give it a shot."
For some reason, Shirley suddenly thought it through.
She thought, who can say life is short or not? In the face of life and death, all kinds of grudges can be
let go.
If we can be happy together, why not give it a try?
At least we won't have any regrets.
The two set off for the Stewart's old mansion.
Since Braden sprained his waist, he could lie down and sit down, but he couldn't stand or exert
strength. Therefore, Shirley was responsible for driving.
"Lean on the pillow and don't move. Let me know if you think we are going too fast."
With her hands on the steering wheel, Shirley forced herself to resist the urge to put her foot down. She
had never driven so slowly or so steadily.
Braden sat in the back seat of the car. His lumbar spine was fixed by the pillow Drake provided, and his
expression was calm and curious. He asked, "I heard from Keith that you are a wild driver. If I
remember correctly, you won an underground racing championship before. It must be very tough for
you to drive at this speed, right?"
She didn't want to lie. She sighed, "I don’t want to pretend anymore. It's tough indeed, but what can I
do? I can only put up with it for your waist."
She made up her mind. When Braden was away, she would find an opportunity to go straight to 81
Turns to have some fun.
"81 Turns" was the roughest, most twisty mountain road in all of Seatie City, and also a natural racing
track. It was with all kinds of turns, which added up to 81 in total, hence the name.
It was a favorite place for underground racers to practice, and therefore many died there.
Fast driving was now banned in the area, but there were still a lot of people with nerves who went there
at night, and Shirley was one of them.
Braden looked at the scenery slowly flashing outside the window and smiled, "If you want to speed up,
go ahead. I'm not that fragile. You don't need to restrain yourself in front of me from now on. Feel free
to act as you want."
In the past, Shirley always repressed her true feelings and played his perfect wife.
Yet in fact, the more perfect Shirley was, the more Braden hated it. He always felt there was a distance
between them, and he couldn’t bring himself to feel affection for a woman wearing a mask.
On the contrary, since she freed herself and turned true to herself completely, he became more and
more obsessed with her.
"I read something before. They say that the person who makes you feel the most comfortable and
relaxed is the perfect partner for your life. I hope that's what I am to you instead of some kind of
pictorial or sculpture that you don't feel real about."
Braden had always been the silent type, and he was hardly a fan of soothing words. Today, he was
different.
Shirley was slightly stunned. She thought, what the heck? How come he gets so emotional all of a
sudden?
Why am I feeling that he is for real? Is he serious?
That's so scary! I feel that my scalp is getting numb.
"Have you ever heard of this?"
Shirley stepped on the accelerator steadily and said sharply, "When a ten- thousand-year-old iceberg
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that they are watching a horror movie. It's simply horrifying. Do you know that?"
"That's because you are not used to it."
Braden seemed calm and also enthusiastic at the same time. "As long as you are used to it, you will
know that a docile bunny can be a wild kitten, and an iceberg can be a volcano."
"What are you talking about? None of that makes sense."
Shirley had a vague idea about what he wanted to tell her, and she was a bit shy, so she deliberately
pretended that she didn't understand.
The atmosphere in the car became ambiguous for some reason. They no longer said anything, but
their hearts were closer.
It was noon when they arrived at the Stewart's mansion.
Shirley parked the car in the garage, opened the trunk, and took out a wheelchair.
"Sit."
She said to Braden.
"There's no need forthat. I'm not a cripple. I can walk on my own."
Braden refused and tried to walk on his own.
"Do you want to be a cripple? Don't move!"
Shirley stopped him hastily and said in a more serious tone, "Stop nagging. Sit in it."
Braden used to be a very dominant person, but now he suddenly was like a different person. Like a
primary school student, he listened to Shirley's orders obediently and sat in the wheelchair.
"Shirley, I'm kind of happy."
He turned around and looked at the woman pushing him. He said with a burning gaze, "If possible, I
hope you can push me forever."
He thought, only now can I tell for sure that you say one thing and do another. In fact, you care about
me and are worried about me indeed.
This is the so-called happiness. I swear I will try my best to seize the hard- won happiness!
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