Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 431: I’m in Pain—Don’t Leave Me Alone
Nancy Allen was like an abandoned child, clutching the painting and sobbing uncontrollably, no longer holding on to any strength or calmness.
The rain fell harder and harder, the sound of it drowning out the cries inside the studio.
Nancy cried as though she wanted to follow Godfery Shaw.
After a long while, her crying gradually subsided.
The fragments of the painting were stained by tears, as if the person in the painting was also crying.
Nancy found a place to hide the painting.
She wiped her tears and stood up.
Julius Shaw had lied to her. Those words must have been spoken in anger. Godfery Shaw had once said that as long as she was still around, he wouldn’t die, let alone disappear.
She had to do better; she was sure she could bring Godfery Shaw back.
The pain in her heart was so intense, she almost forgot the pain in her ankle.
Nancy, with reddened eyes, opened the studio door and limped barefoot up the stairs.
Upstairs, Julius Shaw’s room was making banging noises, like a maddened beast, wantonly destroying something.
Joyce was awakened by the noise.
Luna Summer also hurried over upon hearing it.
Everyone heard Julius Shaw’s madness, but nobody knew about the wail inside the studio.
Seeing Nancy running over, Joyce nervously asked, "Young Madam, what happened?"
Nancy slightly lowered her head, her long hair covering her eyes, so no one could see her disarray. Wearing a dress, she softly said like an elegant princess, "It’s nothing, he’s just a bit upset, it’ll be fine soon."
As Nancy spoke, the banging and destruction in the room upstairs continued.
Is it really nothing?
Nancy went upstairs and pushed the door to enter Julius Shaw’s room.
Luna Summer instinctively wanted to follow.
Nancy stopped her, saying, "Don’t come in, nobody follow me."
Luna Summer clearly knew the situation of the Second Master, but she was still a bit uneasy about letting the Young Madam in alone.
At the moment of closing the door, Nancy gently said, "Don’t worry, it’ll be fine."
After closing the door, Nancy looked over at Julius Shaw.
Julius Shaw had already tormented himself into a wounded mess, covered in blood, with no clear idea of where he was hurt.
One of his hands was shackled to the sofa, his loss of control had moved the heavy solid wood sofa from its spot, and there were scattered injections on the ground, the kind that could make one’s legs temporarily immobile.
Hearing the door open, Julius Shaw’s beast-like fierce eyes looked over.
Nancy did not flinch, stepping barefoot toward Julius Shaw.
It seemed like Julius Shaw still had a bit of awareness, he used his shackled left hand to grab his right hand tightly, as if trying to control himself from reaching out to Nancy.
Nancy walked over, her voice small and aggrieved, "I sprained my ankle, it hurts a lot, don’t ignore me."
Nancy conceded.
Arguing with Julius Shaw was pointless.
She could only do things with Julius Shaw that she used to do with Godfery Shaw, in order to bring Godfery Shaw back.
Her bit of grievance, her bit of sorrow, didn’t matter, she could endure it.
The badly wounded Julius Shaw looked at Nancy with a gaze that was unlike a human’s.
Under such a gaze, Nancy limped to Julius Shaw’s side, sat on the sofa that Julius Shaw had pulled askew, lifted her swollen ankle, her eyes red, and said, "Look, I’m hurt."
Even a demon has someone dear to their heart.
Julius Shaw struggled to kneel in front of Nancy, his bloody hands holding her foot.
The blood stained Nancy’s foot, startling Julius Shaw to let go.
"Ouch!" Nancy cried out in pain, aggrievedly saying, "It hurts."
Julius Shaw, in a fluster, unlocked the handcuffs and went to fetch the medicine box.
As if forgetting his own loss of control, his chaotic mind only held the thought that the person dear to him was hurt.
He wiped his hands a few times on his shirt, hurriedly trying to wipe away the blood, wanting to tend to Nancy’s swollen ankle.
But in his current state, he was in poor condition, his eyes full of bloodshot veins, his mind unclear, spraying medication everywhere, the plaster crumpled up on Nancy’s ankle, merely acting on instinct.
Such movements easily touched Nancy’s sprain, but Nancy simply watched blankly, completely unlike the aggrieved, pain-fearing person she appeared to be earlier.
When Emma Lewis and Basil Smith arrived with the news, they pushed open the door to see this scene: a demon covered in wounds, cradling the princess’s foot, cautiously tending to the small sprain, completely forgetting his own injuries.
Everyone stood in shock.
Emma Lewis, astonished, said, "Nancy, are you... are you alright?"
Hearing the voice, Julius Shaw lifted his blood-red eyes, fiercely looking over, his hostility even more intense.
Julius Shaw’s eyes were full of violence, showing signs of eruption.
"You’re hurting me," Nancy said, feeling the pressure on her foot ease, then turned to smile at everyone: "It’s okay, but it’s best no one else shows up today, it’ll be fine tomorrow."
Emma Lewis wanted to say more, but Basil Smith quickly closed the door.
Emma Lewis, slightly angry, said, "Basil, what are you doing, do they look like they’re okay?"
Basil Smith solemnly said, "The Young Madam won’t be in danger now, but if we rashly go in, then it may not be certain."
Emma Lewis frowned, "But Julius Shaw’s injuries, don’t they also need to be attended to?"
"Those are all minor injuries, if stimulated again, it won’t just be like this. Ordinary sedatives have no effect on the Second Master, a large amount might cause liver and kidney failure, any of our appearances would make this loss of control more severe."
Hailey Smith also agreed, "My brother is right, all we can do now is wait, rushing in would only mean using force to subdue the Second Master, which could lead to more severe injuries."
Even Emma Lewis knew, these two brothers wouldn’t harm Nancy or Godfery Shaw.
But how could one not worry seeing this situation?
She sighed, "So we do nothing, just wait?"
"Yes, just wait."
The door closed again.
Nancy treated the Julius Shaw in front of her like a normal person. She looked at her bandaged foot and asked, "Your injuries need some attention too."
Julius Shaw didn’t move or respond.
Nancy continued, "Then give me the medicine box, I’ll help you treat them."
Julius Shaw kicked the medicine box away, menace stirring in his eyes.
Julius Shaw hadn’t regained his senses; his unwillingness for Nancy to be hurt was just an instinct.
Seeing Julius Shaw like this made Nancy’s heart ache; she said wearily, "I’m tired, I want to rest." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Julius Shaw then picked up Nancy, placed her on the bed, and lay beside her, reaching out to hold her.
She was like a handcuff, tightly binding him, quieting his destructive menace.
The room fell completely silent.
Nancy stared at the pale ceiling, whispering in her heart, Godfery Shaw, it hurts, don’t leave me...
Amidst the scent of blood, Nancy closed her eyes.
Uncertain whether she fell asleep or fainted.
