Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 326: Photos and Hand-Straps

Sophie showed no stage fright and spoke with confidence.

Amelia was so angry that her eyes turned red and she said to Sophie, "You... how dare you dismiss my efforts!"

Sophie replied seriously, "And what gives you the right to casually dismiss others?"

Seeing that Amelia was about to cry, Sophie walked over, stood on tiptoe, and patted her shoulder, "There, there, you’re all grown up; you’re not going to cry in public, are you? We have to learn to accept other people’s opinions. Actually, what you said earlier wasn’t wrong. For me to be where I am today, my grandfather put in a lot of effort."

Amelia didn’t expect Sophie to say she wasn’t wrong.

Sophie leaned closer and whispered to Amelia, "Sometimes we don’t need to imitate adults in everything, we don’t need perfect details, don’t forget, we are kids after all, and kids don’t have to be this obedient!"

Amelia stared at Sophie in a daze.

Sophie turned to Emma and Nancy, playfully winked, and then happily went off to see the art exhibition she liked.

Amelia unexpectedly said to her mother in a low voice, "Mom, actually I also think Sophie’s painting is beautiful. Can I add some of my own ideas and creativity in the future?"

The aristocratic woman didn’t expect that instead of discouraging the other side, her daughter was persuaded by that little girl. She immediately put on a cold face, "No way, what do children know about art? I’ve hired you the best teachers, just study well."

At this moment, Amelia turned to look at Sophie and suddenly smiled slightly, thinking to herself, yes, kids don’t have to be that obedient.

Her paintings needed freedom.

Nancy and Emma saw all of this.

Nancy whispered, "Sophie isn’t like me or Godfery Shaw, she’s wonderful."

Emma nodded, "Yes, Sophie isn’t as extreme as you all, she’s not afraid of trouble but doesn’t cause it either. Even when she has the upper hand, she doesn’t retaliate extremely. She doesn’t have Mr. Reed’s odd temper, doesn’t have my arrogance, she’s the best child in the world! Such a good child, yet that bastard Godfery Shaw didn’t recognize her at first, let me tell you, don’t think I’ll let Godfery off so easily, next time I get the chance, I’ll definitely teach him a lesson to relieve Sophie’s anger..."

The more Emma spoke, the more sidetracked and excited she got.

Nancy hurriedly linked arms with Emma and dragged her to see the exhibition.

If this continued, Emma would soon hop on a plane to Riverwood to give Godfery Shaw a beating.

A photographer was taking pictures of the paintings.

Suddenly, a couple appeared in his lens.

The man was handsome and dashing, the woman was gentle and beautiful, like a picture-perfect scene.

The photographer instinctively pressed the shutter, capturing the scene, with only the woman’s profile visible and the man’s face obscured, yet it evoked a sense of beauty.

After taking the shot, the photographer realized his mistake, intending to delete the stealthily taken photo, and quickly moved the camera back to the paintings.

The couple in the lens was none other than Nancy and the androgynous-looking Emma.

Sophie was too enthused to leave.

After a few hours and lunch, she still wanted to stay.

Viewing one painting after another, carefully looking at the color schemes and compositions. She truly loved painting, just as Nancy once did.

No matter who asked Sophie about her painting or her work, she always answered seriously.

Her answers weren’t the conventional responses taught by adults.

Instead, they had her unique insights and weren’t devoid of childlike innocence.

Even Mr. Parker sighed and envied Old Mr. Reed for having such an excellent successor in his later years.

Meanwhile, that photographer went back and habitually uploaded all the photos online for backup, planning to handle them one by one and delete what wasn’t needed.

He had forgotten about the stealthily taken photo.

The photographer had quite a number of followers online.

Some fans saw Nancy’s picture, found it beautiful, and casually shared it with others, eventually reaching someone who knew Godfery Shaw.

This person hesitated for a moment, then sent the photo to Godfery Shaw.

Godfery Shaw hadn’t taken a nap today and was in low spirits when he saw this photo.

Nancy intimately holding a man’s arm and even slightly smiling.

She had never been so close to anyone else.

The pen in Godfery Shaw’s hand fell, spilling some ink, staining the floor.

In Godfery Shaw’s deep eyes, pain and sadness gradually spread.

But he still sat motionless in his chair, not even sending someone to investigate Nancy’s whereabouts.

He was afraid that his demands would make her want to leave, afraid that his assertiveness would make her want to escape.

In these five years of lonely waiting, he had constantly persuaded himself that he could give up everything, as long as she returned alive.

Now she was back, and even if she didn’t like him, he didn’t dare to force anything.

Godfery Shaw sent Nancy a message on WeChat: "Are you coming back tomorrow? What would you like to eat for lunch tomorrow."

Nancy, upon receiving the message, hesitated but still replied: "I’ll be back, I’d like to have crab."

"Crab meat is cooling, I’ll have it prepared, but you should only have a little."

"Alright."

Nancy kept staring at her phone, prompting Emma to curiously ask, "What are you looking at? Why do you seem distracted?"

When Emma came over, Nancy’s phone had just run out of battery and shut down, so she didn’t see anything.

Nancy put away her dead phone and shook her head, indicating it was nothing.

The gap between her and Godfery Shaw was something that couldn’t be solved by telling anyone, seeming like nothing major but in Nancy’s heart, it felt like a dead knot.

After all, she couldn’t go back to the past or become the innocent, kind girl who saved Godfery Shaw.

Godfery Shaw sent the message, acting as if nothing had happened, replaced his pen, picked up a calligraphy book, and started practicing writing.

His handwriting was already beautiful, even better than what was in the book. But practicing calmed him, allowed him to restrain the emotions that threatened to overwhelm everything.

After writing two pages, the assistant informed him: "Boss Shaw, the design director Sarah Bennett is looking for you."

Godfery Shaw continued writing and replied calmly, "Let her in."

At the design department, after Nancy left back then, most of the responsibilities fell on Sarah, who became the new design director.

Sarah came up with a jewelry box in hand.

Yesterday, Nancy had asked her for an urgent bracelet. Originally, she was supposed to contact Nancy before the end of today’s work, but Nancy’s phone was off and unreachable.

Concerned that Nancy might need it urgently and unable to reach her, Sarah came looking for the young master.

She thought that since the bracelet was for the young master anyway, it wouldn’t hurt if he saw it early, so she brought it in.

Sarah entered Godfery Shaw’s office, placed the jewelry box on his desk, and said, "Boss Shaw, this is the bracelet Nancy asked me to customize yesterday. She needs it urgently, and it’s done now, but I can’t reach her. Could you please pass it on for me?"

Godfery Shaw pressed the pen hard onto the paper, breaking the nib.

Yesterday?

Nancy came to Cloudglow yesterday, not specifically to see him, but to customize a bracelet and happened to drop by to see him.