When she unveils identities

When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 275

Chapter 275 Find Herself a Daddy

Braden said seriously, “On the surface, I’m a performer at the bar. In fact, I’m a level-one psychologist

who is good at psychological counseling, psychological therapy, psychological reconstruction, and

hypnosis. Your friend said that you have a lot of unhappy things suppressed. She hopes that I can help

you open up yourself. If you believe me, I can help you get it all out.”

“A level one psychologist?”

Shirley was a little surprised and a little embarrassed.

Shirley had thought that this guy only relied on his body to make a living, which was why he was

blessed in

that area!

“What kind of expression is that?”

Braden had a faint smile on his face. He gently brushed aside the hair that stuck to her cheek with his

long fingers and said in a low and seductive voice, “Do you not believe me, or are you a little

disappointed… In fact, other than curing you mentally, I can also heal your body, if you need it.”

“No need. Thank you!”

With her face flushed red, Shirley pushed Braden away and sat upright. She said coldly, “Of course, I

don’t believe you. You have been talking nonsense all night. How can you be a first-level

psychologist?”

A first-level psychologist is the highest level of psychologist. In addition to having solid professional

knowledge, one also needs to have natural empathy and perception. How can Devin, who relied on his

appearance to make a living, be qualified?

“If you don’t believe me, we can do an experiment.”

“What experiment?”

“Have you heard of the house-tree-person mental analysis?”

“I have heard a little about it… It is about drawing three things on a piece of white paper, a house, a

tree, and

a person, right?”

“That’s right.”

Braden nodded. “After you finish drawing, I’ll analyze it. If your analysis is accurate, you can believe

me,

right?”

Shirley felt that it was quite interesting, so she readily agreed.

“Fine. I’ll find out if you’re a real psychologist.”

Braden found some pens and paper and handed them to Shirley with some anticipation. “Let’s start

your performance.”

Shirley took them and sat down in front of the coffee table. She began to draw.

Shirley was an all-rounder who was proficient in everything, but when it came to drawing, Shirley was

at the

level of a kindergarten kid.

“First draw a house, then a tree, some fruits on the tree, and then some people…”

Braden sat next to Shirley and looked at her as if she were a primary school student lying on the coffee

table and drawing. For some reason, he wanted to laugh.

Braden was used to seeing Shirley’s fierce side, but suddenly she was so cute that his heart melted.

Braden couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and gently stroke Shirley’s head gently.

“What are you doing?”

Shirley immediately raised her head warily and glared at Braden with a frown.

Braden calmly retracted his hand and said lightly, “Nothing. There is a mosquito on your head.”

“Nonsense. How can a mosquito bite the scalp? You… are sneaky!”

Although Shirley did not believe Braden, she did not make things difficult for him. Shirley pointed to the

painting she had drawn and said, “I’ve drawn it. Come and analyze it. Let me see what you can do.”

Braden picked up Shirley’s painting and took a closer look. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and the

lower half of his face outside the mask was a little serious.

Shirley smiled. You do know how to put on an act. Let’s see how you make up the story!

“It seems that your best friend is telling the truth. You have a lot of emotions suppressed. It is almost

beyond your capacity. If this continues, it will be very dangerous. You have a tendency to have

depression…”

“This is funny. I feel good now. My body is so good. Why would I be depressed?”

“You can lie to me, but the painting won’t lie to me…”

Braden frowned. “Usually, when people paint a house, there will be chimneys. Even if there are no

chimneys, there will be doors or windows… These elements represent the exit. As for your house, it is

square. There are no chimneys, doors, or windows. It is completely closed. It proves that you have

deliberately closed yourself and do not want to express yourself to the outside world…”

Shirley didn’t answer.

Shirley slightly tightened her fingers and did not say anything else.

Devin does know a thing or two. Although Shirley was always stubborn and pretended to be very free

and happy, Shirley hid many emotions deep and did not want to talk to the outside world.

“The tree next to the house has a very straight trunk and deep roots. It proves that your family has

brought you a lot of warmth. Your attachment to your family is very deep, and you want to repay your

family… The tree has fruit, which means that you are a person who likes the result. Maybe there are

some things that have become an obsession for you. Do you want a result?”

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Shirley remained silent.

Devin is more than just capable. He is an expert, and every word he said was exactly what I am

thinking.

Braden continued to analyze, “You drew a man, a woman, and a child in front of the door. It proves that

under your strong appearance, there is a soft heart. Compared to conquering the world, you want to

have a complete and perfect family. But this makes you feel ashamed, so you draw these three people

very small as if you want to deliberately suppress what you desire most.”

Shirley let out a long sigh and praised Braden. “I admire you. I am impressed. I believe that you are a

first-level psychologist.”

There were many secrets that Shirley kept, allowing them to rot and mold, but she was unwilling to face

them.

Shirley shouldered the mission of reviving the Wilson family and the determination to avenge her

parents. The so-called man and the so-called small family would only be in her way!

“If one suppresses one’s feelings for too long, there will be problems. Mental health is more important

than physical health. If you trust me, you can tell me. I said that I want to be your therapist. I am not

joking.”

Braden looked at Shirley and said sincerely.

In fact, Braden was not lying. Many years ago, Braden had been a first-level psychologist.

It was not to cure others but to cure himself.

Braden’s brother’s death had once caused Braden to be unable to hold on. At that time, if not for his

strong self-awareness, Braden might have already gone to the extreme.

Before Braden looked at the painting of Shirley, he thought that this woman was only depressed for a

short period of time, but he did not expect that her negative emotions had accumulated to such a

terrifying degree that they were even more serious than he was back then.

If Braden allowed it to develop, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Braden’s heart ached for her. Braden really wanted to become a beam of light in Shirley’s darkness

and bring her out…

“I know you need me. Let me save you.”

Braden said softly and held Shirley’s hand.

Braden’s hand was broad and warm, full of power. It made Shirley feel at ease.

Shirley put down her guard, took a deep breath, and said, “Okay.”

Braden turned the light into a soft orange color and lit a relaxing incense. The record player played

soothing music. Braden pointed to the soft lounge chair and patiently guided Shirley. “Come on, tell me

all your

secrets.”