Unlike what Braden had expected, the one giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation wasn't Shirley at all. Instead, it was a swarthy, beefy lifeguard.
"Fuck!"
Braden sprang up from the ground at once and pushed the lifeguard ten feet away.
Seeing that, Shirley was overjoyed. "Great! Braden, you made it! I'm so glad!"
"Shirley, you are doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
Braden's face was so gloomy. He kept wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He thought, how embarrassing! My reputation is ruined now. Shirley, this is not over!
Shirley did not know what Braden was thinking. She thought Braden meant it, and he was so weak that he needed artificial respiration. Therefore, she found the most professional person for him.