Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 247: What’s Your Name

Cloudglow Tower.

Sophie Allen got out of the taxi and quickly ran towards the building in her little raincoat.

The rain was too heavy. She was soaked just from the short run from the roadside to the entrance, shaking off the excess water like a little puppy.

Thomas Carter, the security guard, noticed her and hurriedly called out, "Come inside quickly, it’s really raining hard today!"

Sophie entered the lobby, and Thomas handed her tissues to wipe the water off her little face.

The tissues might not have been the best quality; they left some bits on her face after getting wet, making Thomas a bit flustered, thinking his tissues weren’t up to par for this precious child.

He sheepishly put the tissues away.

However, Sophie sincerely said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Thomas thought this child was indeed very lovable!

This time, there was no need to notify someone upstairs to come down and get her, as Sophie already knew the elevator’s passcode.

Under Thomas’s warm yet simple gaze, Sophie entered the CEO’s private elevator.

The few reception staff looked on with envy; Bob’s niece was indeed extraordinary.

She could freely head to the top floor; who knew if she had the opportunity to meet the young master?

Even though Godfery Shaw was in Cloudglow Tower, the employees really found it quite difficult to see him.

He always drove to the underground parking lot and took the elevator directly to the top floor, rarely moving around the company premises.

The young master was already aloof and distant, and after taking over the Shaw family in the Capital City, he became even colder and more solitary.

Yet, this seemingly indifferent young master, who always claimed not to care, visibly relaxed upon seeing Sophie arrive safely.

Sophie pushed the door open and brightened up the room with a smile, calling out, "Uncle Shaw."

The previously somber office seemed suddenly illuminated by the child’s smile.

Godfery Shaw remained unmoved, responding coldly, "No need to come when it rains next time."

"How could that be, I promised to come on odd-numbered days—such little rain can’t stop me." Sophie spoke while taking off her little raincoat and putting it away in its pouch.

After that, she intended to chat with Uncle Shaw, but noticed he still seemed very busy today.

If he was busy, so be it; Sophie was very considerate and didn’t want to disturb adults at work.

Today, she didn’t bring her drawing tools but a new Lego set.

The design showed a small castle, with pieces scattered all over.

This kind of complicated Lego set generally wasn’t for such young children, but Sophie loved it.

The table in the break area was big enough for her to neatly categorize various parts.

Then Sophie began following the instructions and started building.

Several times, Godfery Shaw couldn’t help but glance over.

This child was really focused.

Drawing, Lego—once engrossed, she wouldn’t move, quieter than many adults.

Although another part of him hadn’t emerged fully, Godfery Shaw felt like he was having a split personality, saying he didn’t care on the outside but unable to resist paying attention.

After half an hour of building, Sophie glanced toward Godfery Shaw.

At one look, she realized something was wrong: Godfery Shaw’s face was pale, and he was pressing on his stomach.

Sophie immediately understood; Mrs. Lewis often had stomach pains, and when it flared up, she had that exact expression.

Worried, Sophie asked, "Uncle Shaw, is your stomach hurting?"

"Mm, it’s nothing."

Sophie quickly fetched a cup of hot water and looked eagerly at Godfery Shaw, "Drink some hot water, it might relieve it a bit."

Godfery Shaw’s eyes momentarily softened as he reached out to take the water.

After taking a sip, he saw Sophie grabbing the raincoat pouch, ready to run outside.

He frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

Sophie answered, "I’m going to buy you some medicine. Don’t worry, I often go with Ms. Lewis to buy stomach medicine, I know which are needed."

Godfery Shaw coldly refused, "I don’t need it, there’s no need to go."

Sophie paused, turned back, looked disapprovingly at Godfery Shaw, and said, "If you’re sick, you have to take medicine. How could you not need it? You’re an adult; don’t be as willful as a child."

For the first time, Godfery Shaw was told he was like a child and suddenly felt that the usual cold way of communicating had no effect on this kid.

He could only compromise slightly, "Let Basil go; it’s raining too hard outside."

Sophie thought for a moment and said, "Then I’ll go with Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith doesn’t know which ones to buy, Mrs. Lewis has tried so many types—our experience can tell which is the best."

Without waiting for Godfery Shaw to respond, Sophie had already dashed out of the office to find Basil Smith.

Godfery Shaw looked out the window.

The pouring rain beat against the window, occasionally accompanied by a thunderclap.

This weather was not suitable for going out.

Before long, Basil Smith returned with Sophie.

Sophie held two boxes of medicine in her hands.

Godfery Shaw noticed that Basil got half of his shoulder wet, but Sophie didn’t get wet at all.

Sophie fetched another cup of hot water and quickly took the medicine to him.

Basil Smith, seeing the young master still with his cold demeanor, couldn’t help but speak up for Sophie, "Young Master, please take your medicine. This child is really thoughtful; even with the strong wind and rain outside, she isn’t afraid."

Basil knew the Young Madam had returned, and if the young master continued to be icy towards Sophie, who knew if the Young Madam would want to come back.

If the Young Madam didn’t return, the young master wouldn’t get better.

Godfery Shaw glanced at Basil.

Basil immediately lowered his head, turned around, exited, and closed the door behind him.

After closing the door, Basil silently prayed, hoping Sophie could quickly win over the young master.

Sophie couldn’t understand the complexities of adult emotions.

She knew how many pills of the medicine to take and simply took some out of the box, placing them in Godfery Shaw’s palm, "Take them quickly, you won’t feel bad after a while. It’s not very bitter; when I was little and sickly, I used to eat medicine like it was food, it’s no big deal!"

Godfery Shaw’s eyes darkened slightly.

Looking at the pills in his palm, he spoke in a low voice, "Knowing I don’t love you, why do you still want to be good to me?"

"Grandpa said, if you’re able, you can help others when they’re in trouble." Sophie finished speaking and paused, asking, "Uncle Shaw, do you dislike me?"

Godfery Shaw gazed at the child’s earnest eyes and shook his head.

Sophie immediately smiled, "It’s okay if you don’t love me, as long as you don’t dislike me."

Godfery Shaw fell silent, wondering if that was really enough.

Sophie, being a generous and kind-hearted child, thought it was enough.

Godfery Shaw resumed his work, and Sophie continued her Lego building.

Half an hour later, Sophie came over again.

"Uncle Shaw, it’s been half an hour since you took the stomach medicine. You can eat something now—I bet you haven’t had breakfast this morning, have you?"

Godfery Shaw instinctively refused, "No need, I’ll eat in the afternoon."

"I didn’t eat enough for breakfast," Sophie disregarded his refusal, finding an excuse.

She quickly grabbed her bag and started taking out boxes of food one after another.

Six dishes and one soup, with rice packed in two big boxes.

With a grand demeanor, Sophie said, "I brought plenty today, enough for both of us. Of course, you shouldn’t eat too much with a stomach ache. Whatever we don’t finish, we can have Mr. Smith heat it up for lunch."

Godfery Shaw: "..."

As the child ate with gusto, Godfery Shaw eventually didn’t continue to refuse.

Though the food wasn’t as good as what Joyce cooked, compared to eating alone in the empty halls of the Imperial Garden, having such a child for company actually gave him some appetite.

Suddenly, Godfery Shaw asked, "What’s your name?"

Such a question would normally make anyone feel sad.

Your own father doesn’t want you and doesn’t even know your name.