Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 302: Julius Shaw, It Hurts So Much

"Godfery Shaw." Nancy Allen finally made a sound after a long time.

Warm breath was by her ear, the man’s lips close to her earlobe, whispering, "Nancy, don’t just think about my brother, I’m Julius Shaw."

They were different personalities after all. Since Nancy only accepted one and distinguished between them, naturally, they would distinguish themselves apart.

Nancy’s heart skipped a beat. Was it Julius Shaw?

Yes, ever since a long time ago, she realized she couldn’t differentiate between Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw.

The Godfery Shaw who had entangled with her for many years was partly Julius Shaw all along. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

She didn’t want her feelings to be unclear, nor could she let herself fall for two people at once, so she avoided it, forcibly ignoring those past events, convincing herself that the person she interacted with was all Godfery Shaw.

But many times, she couldn’t deceive herself, like when she saw the scars left by the fire on Julius Shaw’s body.

The one who rushed into the Wright family’s fire to save her was Julius Shaw.

Just like now, the one heroically descending from the sky to save her was also Julius Shaw.

Now, the feelings between her and Godfery Shaw might just be due to mistaking identities, tangled and messed up, with Julius Shaw mixed in, too chaotic.

Nancy’s eyes were blank as she thought about these things.

The violence in Julius Shaw’s eyes intensified as he tightened his grip around Nancy: "Do you really wish it was my brother who came, and don’t want to see me that much?"

The instinct for danger caused Nancy to respond in a low voice, even without coming back to her senses: "I didn’t."

Because she spoke, her throat felt painful again. Nancy thought if this continued, her vocal cords wouldn’t recover, and she might actually become mute.

"Ha, or do you fancy that man named Elijah Jefferson!" Julius Shaw’s words were sinister.

"Julius Shaw, what nonsense are you talking about?" Nancy was slightly angry.

Julius Shaw saw the sapphire earrings on Nancy’s ears and angrily reached out to yank them off.

After he yanked it off, in a fit of rage as he was about to speak, he noticed blood beading from Nancy’s earlobe, fresh red blood turning sapphire into ruby.

Having never worn earrings, Julius Shaw didn’t know pulling them like this would injure the ear, and for a moment, all sound vanished, the blood drop staining Julius Shaw’s vision red.

He had hurt Nancy, even if it was just a single drop of blood, it accentuated his uncontrollable savagery.

Julius Shaw laughed, threw Elijah Jefferson’s earring on the ground like trash, with a chilling smile, raised his gun, pointing it at Elijah, cold and murderous: "Dare to put your things on her, courting death!"

Nancy had always known Julius Shaw’s nearly pathological possessiveness over her. If not stopped, Julius Shaw might really shoot.

And Julius Shaw’s character isn’t something you can easily stop; his obsessive temper often tightens the more you try to interfere, steering towards a more terrifying direction.

So, all those bodyguards were tense yet dared not step forward.

They even started thinking about how to handle it if the young master really hurt the Jefferson family member.

At this moment, Nancy suddenly reached out, placing her hand on Julius Shaw’s arm that held the gun.

Julius Shaw looked down at her, his eyes cold and hard.

Nancy whispered in the lowest voice: "Julius Shaw, I’m very happy you came to save me, I’m in pain."

Julius Shaw’s gaze finally focused on the bloodstains near Nancy’s collar, his pupils contracted, and he ordered his subordinates: "First aid kit."

A bodyguard in black handed over a first aid kit, nervously asking: "Should I help bandage the Young Madam?"

"Get lost."

The person immediately retreated; it’s common sense not to provoke the enraged young master. Seeing how the Young Madam easily made the young master put away the gun, he thought the young master wasn’t angry. It turned out he wasn’t showing temper in front of the Young Madam, he could suppress it.

The Young Madam is indeed the most special.

All the illegal entrants were arrested, and everyone in the crew was quiet, everyone watching Julius Shaw.

Watching the man who wouldn’t blink while killing before, now carefully bandaging Nancy, making Violet Walker even more envious.

Violet Walker didn’t find Julius Shaw scary at all. On the contrary, she thought Julius Shaw, who could control others’ life and death, was exceptionally handsome, more than the Jefferson family.

Why do these people all like that Nancy? What’s so good about Nancy?

Julius Shaw wrapped the gauze around the blood on Nancy’s neck, his eyes growing colder, but his actions becoming gentler.

When Nancy finished being bandaged, Julius Shaw instructed his bodyguard: "Treat those people too, don’t let a single one die."

That voice was so cold it sent chills down their spines, as if death was a form of happiness, and living might entail consequences worse than death.

The blind leader was covered in blood. Hearing this, he immediately shouted: "We were hired, we didn’t recognize the nobility, please spare us, please!"

Julius Shaw held Nancy, not listening, his tone calm: "It was the right hand that injured her, cut off his right hand for me."

The black-clad bodyguard behind Julius Shaw didn’t hesitate, and with a swift movement, a bloodied arm fell to the ground.

"Ah!" The blind man screamed miserably.

Several from the crew let out sharp cries, quickly covering their mouths, not daring to make a sound. A young girl even fainted from the fright.

Nancy tilted her head slightly towards Julius Shaw’s embrace.

Julius Shaw wore a wicked smile, yet his words were incredibly intimate: "What is it, are you scared? Is Nancy afraid of me?"

Nancy thought, if she dared to say she was scared, Julius Shaw’s rage might burn even worse.

She shook her head, her voice getting even lower: "Not afraid, just feeling it’s filthy."

Julius Shaw was like a cat being soothed, that sharp gaze intent on cutting vanished, and he tightened his hug around Nancy.

Julius Shaw nudged the miserable blind man on the ground: "Alright, speak, who was the mastermind."

The blind man was extremely regretful, regretting being blinded by money and taking this job.

He understood what the Jefferson family had said: if he touched this woman again, he would definitely die.

This man who appeared suddenly was truly ruthless. That bloodthirsty look in his eyes as if he wanted to kill them all without asking anything, yet insisted on keeping them alive for revenge.

The blind man trembled, without any hesitation, using his remaining hand to point at Scarlett Walker in the crew: "It was her, she told me to kidnap the crew, she gave me two million, saying there were important people in this crew, telling us we would benefit greatly."

Everyone in the crew was horrified, all looking at the accused Scarlett.

Scarlett’s expression immediately changed, "You’re talking nonsense, I don’t know you."

Violet Walker, with tears in her eyes, said, "Why slander my sister? My sister didn’t have the motive to do this. If it really was her, how could I have just agreed to stay back as a hostage for everyone’s safety?"

The people in the crew were like startled birds, unsure who to believe.

Yet, Julius Shaw seemed unconcerned about who was telling the truth, he laughed, a sinister laugh.

He spoke with that same sinister tone, "You dared to hurt her for two million? A stone worth two hundred million, she could toss around for fun, yet you dared to hurt her for that amount! Ha ha!"

The blind man was trembling uncontrollably, his voice stammering: "Not me, really not me, it was that woman, she made me do it."