Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 306: Why Do You Like Me

Nancy sighed inwardly.

This person was angry again.

If she still had the energy, she’d directly use a sedative to knock out the unpredictable Julius Shaw, which would be more convenient.

But now, she had no choice but to say it differently, and once again wrote: "It’s so late today, I want to rest. Can we talk tomorrow?"

Upon hearing that they could meet again tomorrow, Julius Shaw’s expression was not as awful, but he still didn’t move.

Nancy raised her eyes, her gaze instantly filled with misty water, weakly looking at Julius Shaw. She put down the paper and pen and said, "Julius Shaw, I want to be alone for a while now."

Her eyes seemed to hide an uncontainable sadness.

Julius Shaw originally didn’t want to agree, but his emotions suddenly froze, as if someone was pulling at his soul.

There was an agreement between Julius Shaw and Godfery Shaw that when Nancy didn’t want to see Julius Shaw, Julius Shaw must not appear.

In that soul-like pull, Julius Shaw stood up with a grim expression, reached out and pinched Nancy’s face, saying through gritted teeth: "Nancy, can’t you just like me?!!"

Julius Shaw’s tone was full of gritted teeth, yet he didn’t dare to use force, not even daring to lift her head, fearing he’d pull on the wound on her neck.

Nancy: "..."

If she hadn’t been in a bad mood, or if the occasion were different, Nancy would’ve wanted to say the law mandates monogamy!

After Julius Shaw finished speaking, he turned and left, closing the door with a bang.

Nancy exhaled a long breath, leaning back against the chair.

She hadn’t told everyone that she was back; she needed to sort out her emotions.

After sitting in the chair for a long time, Nancy stood up to take a bath.

Nancy had long wanted to bathe; after filming the cliff jump, injured and bleeding, now muddy and bloody, she felt very uncomfortable.

Only Julius Shaw had been by her side, which was inconvenient.

Even if Julius Shaw was unreasonable, she had to keep boundaries with him, avoid ambiguity.

The neck injury wasn’t actually serious, just a minor superficial wound, but Nancy knew that any minor injury on her could potentially lead to more issues.

She didn’t mess around, found cling film to wrap it, and then went to the bathroom.

There was only a shower in the bathroom; earlier when remodeling, Emma Lewis wanted to bring a bathtub over, but the small house simply couldn’t fit it, so Emma Lewis had to give up.

Nancy washed quickly, trying to avoid her neck, but after she finished and looked in the mirror to remove the cling film, she saw the wound was somewhat damp, and the gauze had again seeped with a little new blood.

Nancy simply took off the bandaged gauze, wiped the skin around the wound with a clean towel, wore a slip nightgown out, prepared to re-bandage.

But upon leaving the bathroom, seeing the person at the door, she stopped abruptly; Julius Shaw was back again?

Nancy immediately wanted to find an outer garment to cover the overly revealing nightgown.

She hadn’t had time to act when the person spoke: "Nancy, did I say something I shouldn’t have that day? Why did you leave?"

Nancy breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn’t Julius Shaw, it was Godfery Shaw!

Yet the breath relaxed, then immediately tensed up again.

Godfery was here, she couldn’t evade any longer, some things needed to be clarified.

Nancy stopped hiding, walked to the bedside, the short slip dress revealing a large expanse of fair skin, the silk fabric gently sliding on her legs as she moved, making Godfery’s breath stall, he shifted his gaze, not daring to look.

Nancy leaned against the headboard, the blanket covering those long legs, she went straight to the point: "Godfery, why do you like me? Why is it me?"

She deliberately didn’t write, as if she wanted to suppress the pain in her heart with the pain brought by speaking.

It was similar to the question before she left, only different now was, Godfery was sober today, whereas he was drunk last time.

Godfery’s gaze fell back on Nancy, didn’t respond: "Nancy, don’t speak anymore, your throat needs to rest. Let me help you bandage the wound first."

Godfery got the medicine box, reaching out, yet Nancy dodged his hand, not letting him touch her, eyes firm and stubborn.

Godfery helplessly had to compromise and say: "I wonder if you still remember, you saved me."

Nancy’s face turned pale instantly.

The pain and sadness within her were largely not for herself, but for Godfery. Her feelings for Godfery weren’t deep, to put it bluntly, she was merely moved, perhaps not even love.

But Godfery was different, Godfery accompanied her to die twice.

If it turned out he had mistaken her identity, how would Godfery accept it?

But since it was spoken, Nancy didn’t intend to stop, even if the truth was cruel, Godfery had the right to know it.

Nancy said hoarsely: "I didn’t save you."

Godfery didn’t react as Nancy imagined, instead calmly said: "It was a long time ago, sixteen years ago. It’s normal if you don’t remember, Riverwood City’s industrial district, an abandoned factory building, the boy locked inside, do you remember?"

Nancy’s sorrowful expression suddenly turned into shock.

During the time she was lost as a child, she indeed encountered a boy being locked up, but in her memory, looking through the iron door gap, she saw a boy who looked like an unattractive little beggar, boy’s face with injuries and blood, particularly thin.

That boy couldn’t be linked to Godfery at all!

Nancy stuttered: "It’s you! That boy locked up, it was you? I remember, but... but I couldn’t save anyone. After I left, I was taken away by the Wright family, had a fever, forgot many things, wanted to go back, but the Wright family didn’t allow me to run around randomly, and I couldn’t find my way back."

Godfery soothed: "Don’t be agitated, speak softly."

Nancy’s voice slowly calmed.

Facing Godfery’s eyes, at this moment, Nancy seemed to return to over a decade ago, through that rusty old iron door, seeing the boy’s eyes through it. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Godfery affirmed: "No, you saved me. I actually didn’t intend to live at the time, but you said you were hungry, couldn’t find your home. I then thought it’s better if I survive, at least I can make sure you aren’t hungry. After you left, I waited in that dark room for several days, you never returned until years later, when I had my own power, I found you."

Nancy was completely dumbfounded.

That boy was Godfery, it was actually Godfery!

In fact, no mistake was made, it wasn’t a misunderstanding...

Then she, these days...

Godfery looked at the wound on Nancy’s neck, his eyes dark, "Let me help you bandage it first, okay? We’ll talk after."

Nancy numbly nodded.

Godfery looked at the wound on Nancy’s neck, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes, thinking it really wasn’t right to let those people go.

Nancy was still in a daze, completely oblivious to Godfery’s gaze.

Godfery carefully disinfected Nancy, inspected closely, found it really didn’t need stitches, then re-bandaged it.

The pain on her neck made Nancy slightly more alert, she thought of another thing Godfery had said when he was drunk — that he liked her for her innocence and kindness.

Nancy just felt her emotions fluctuating, once again bitter.

Their meeting wasn’t a misunderstanding, but Godfery liked the innocent and kind her, the her who, even lost, still wanted to help a stranger.

Not the current her.

If she returned to the past now, she probably wouldn’t want to help someone, instead, would think if it’s someone’s scheme against her.

She, due to those hatreds and revenge, had become someone else.

Not the person Godfery liked.