Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 316: Shopping for Clothes with Him

Frank instinctively looked at Nancy Allen. Unable to fathom her intentions, he just nodded.

The scene in the flower shop then changed. Godfery Shaw and Frank learned how to trim flower branches, and then handed the neatly trimmed ones to Nancy Allen for sorting and arranging.

He rolled up his sleeves, looking a bit different from usual. The unapproachable distance seemed to diminish. Despite his noble aura, trimming flower branches here was quite the contrast.

Nancy Allen received one branch from Frank, and then another from Godfery Shaw.

For some reason, the one handed by Godfery Shaw felt heavier, creating pressure.

Eventually, Nancy Allen couldn’t take it anymore, wrote a note on the side, "Frank, let’s leave for today."

Frank didn’t understand, but nodded cooperatively, "Alright, Nancy Allen, you guys go ahead. I’ll clean up the remaining bit and then leave."

Nancy Allen quickly pulled Godfery Shaw away, afraid that if they stayed longer, Frank would let it slip.

The tricks and tactics in the business world couldn’t fool Julius Shaw, how could Nancy Allen’s little tricks fool Godfery Shaw? Yet, since Nancy Allen intended to hide, Godfery Shaw deliberately didn’t expose her.

No wonder Nancy Allen had been sleeping here lately. When did Nancy Allen secretly open a flower house, hiding it from him?

Godfery Shaw looked at the small hand pulling him, then grasped Nancy Allen’s hand in return.

Nancy Allen’s fingers momentarily stiffened but didn’t pull away, leading Godfery Shaw quickly out.

Not until they left that street did Nancy Allen retract her hand, intending to write something, but realized she was in such a hurry she forgot to bring note paper. She gestured, "You go back, I’m returning to Ink Manor."

After being mute for so long, her gestures were barely comprehensible.

But Godfery Shaw said tenderly, "Nancy Allen, what did you say? I can’t understand."

Nancy Allen felt Godfery Shaw was doing it on purpose, but she had no evidence.

She, slightly exasperated, leaned closer to Godfery Shaw and whispered in his ear, "I said I’m going back, you take care, don’t see me off!"

Godfery Shaw was too tall, so speaking like this, Nancy Allen had to tiptoe, like throwing herself into his arms.

Previously when she deliberately got close to Godfery Shaw, Nancy Allen thought it was good.

But now with a knot in her heart, getting close felt unsettling.

Godfery Shaw put one arm around Nancy Allen’s waist.

Nancy Allen was about to push him away, but Godfery Shaw had already released her, his mature voice filled with unconcealed affection, "Don’t lean so much, stand firm."

Nancy Allen felt her face flush and heart race.

Godfery Shaw seemed unaware of Nancy Allen’s discomfort, naturally saying, "I want to go buy clothes, would you come with me, Nancy Allen?"

That tone was overly gentle, the very gentleness Nancy Allen had dreamt of for years. She found herself in a daze, as if enchanted by a fairy, nodding subconsciously.

After agreeing, she realized and whispered to Godfery Shaw again, "Aren’t your clothes all tailored by brand representatives? No need to shop, right?"

Godfery Shaw, unfazed, said, "I just want to see for myself."

"I’m a bit tired, I want to go back and sleep."

"Nancy Allen, you don’t want to go with me?"

"No, it’s just that I don’t have a good eye for men’s clothes."

"It’s okay, I trust Nancy Allen’s taste."

Godfery Shaw was so gentle, gentle yet restrained. His collar slightly open, sleeves rolled up, that kind of contained desire hidden under the white shirt made Nancy Allen surrender bit by bit.

She was inexplicably taken by Godfery Shaw to buy clothes.

A bit annoyed at her own indecision, feeling that Godfery Shaw was too skilled.

Picking clothes, huh! Having a good eye, huh! I’ll pick some odd ones, see if he’ll wear them!

The two arrived at the central pedestrian street of Riverwood City.

After getting out of the car, Godfery Shaw immediately held Nancy Allen’s hand.

Nancy Allen just wanted to pull away.

Godfery Shaw, without turning his head, said, "There are many people on the street, I’ll hold your hand to avoid being accidentally bumped by someone."

Godfery Shaw’s tone was too natural, so natural that Nancy Allen felt if she released his hand, she’d be overreacting.

The two, like any couple shopping, walked hand in hand on the street.

Nancy Allen’s heart gradually calmed, this was actually the life she wanted.

After waking from a coma, she wanted to get along well with Godfery Shaw, to live like an ordinary couple.

Yet, thinking of Godfery Shaw saying he liked her innocence and kindness made her heart ache.

Where was she still innocent or kind?

Beneath this fragile and beautiful exterior was a calculating and ruthless heart.

These pale, delicate hands had indeed been stained with blood.

"Nancy Allen, what are you daydreaming about? Let’s look at this one."

Godfery Shaw pinched Nancy Allen’s palm, interrupting her thoughts.

Looking up, she saw they were already at the entrance of an ordinary branded store.

For ordinary people, the clothes here weren’t cheap, but for someone like Godfery Shaw, who usually wore custom-made clothes, they were like flea market items.

Godfery Shaw led Nancy Allen inside.

Upon entering, an experienced salesperson’s eyes lit up.

Even if she didn’t recognize the brands of the clothes on the couple, she could tell by the taste that they were people of wealth.

The salesperson approached with a smile, "Hello, sir and madam. May I help you with something specific?"

Godfery Shaw said, "No need to introduce, we’re just looking."

The salesperson, unwilling to give up, continued, "Our store’s clothes are categorized by area. I’m afraid you won’t find what you’re looking for. How about telling me what type you’re after, and I can assist you?"

Godfery Shaw frowned, glanced at the incessantly talking salesperson.

He inherently disliked talkative people. Since Nancy Allen couldn’t speak, he even less tolerated chatter in his ear.

Even Hailey Smith, the group’s favorite, had toned down her talking, not daring to provoke.

With just one glance, the salesperson’s smile gradually froze.

It was an authoritative gaze, one accustomed to commanding.

The salesperson retreated, silent.

The space around Godfery Shaw and Nancy Allen quieted.

Nancy Allen looked at Godfery Shaw, finding him actually seriously picking clothes.

Nancy Allen picked up a white T-shirt, asking Godfery Shaw, "How about this one?"

Godfery Shaw nodded, "Not bad, I’ll try it later."

Nancy Allen looked at Godfery Shaw with a complex expression, wondering if something had provoked him or if he was possessed.

Such childish clothes, and he thought they were good, even intending to try them.

Nancy Allen hesitantly picked another, a black silk shirt with hidden patterns and asked, "How about this one?"

"Not bad, I’ll try it later."

Nancy Allen felt thunderstruck, completely dazed.

This was see-through!

Nancy Allen guessed that Godfery Shaw’s previous clothes were likely not chosen by him, probably arranged by Basil Smith. After all, the style of those clothes mirrored Basil Smith’s meticulous nature.

Godfery Shaw himself had no sense of aesthetics!