Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes

No one expected the banquet to begin. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The moment the protagonist appeared, he said these words.

These words were to legitimize Nancy Allen.

All the uncertainty about whether she was divorced, the lack of title, all shattered in an instant.

She was the sole mistress of the Imperial Garden.

With a status that could stir the entirety of Riverwood City, even the Capital City.

Nancy Allen stared intently at Julius Shaw.

What was he doing? Why did he call himself Godfery Shaw?

Had Godfery come back?

After her initial shock, Nancy couldn’t help but feel joy. She instinctively sought that gentle gaze, but instead saw Julius Shaw’s eyes filled with possessive aggression.

Her joyful heart sank into coldness again.

Godfery hadn’t returned, so why was he calling himself Godfery Shaw?

Julius also looked into Nancy’s eyes.

Nancy wished for him to become her brother, so he abandoned his name, choosing to call himself Godfery Shaw from then on.

He thought that by giving up, Nancy would be happy, and he hoped to see a hint of praise or joy in her eyes, but instead he saw disappointment.

Disappointment that he wasn’t her brother.

Disappointment that he was only a counterfeit.

He lived on his brother’s birthday, called by his brother’s name, willingly enduring it.

Suppressing his true nature, he refrained from anger and harm, simply not wanting to disappoint her.

Yet why was she still disappointed?

Couldn’t there be just a tiny place for him in her heart?

Nancy noticed something was off in Julius’s aura, and suppressing the bitterness within, she smiled at him, saying, "Thank you for everything you’ve done for me."

Julius looked at Nancy, grasping her hand a bit tighter, unable to contain the turmoil in his heart, saying in a deep voice, "No need to thank me, I just need you to see who I am, remember who I am."

Nancy dared not meet Julius’s gaze, averting her eyes.

The guests offered their congratulations one after another.

Nancy and Julius seemed like the princess and prince from a fairy tale, blessed by everyone.

Yet at that moment, Nancy was incredibly clear-headed.

She wasn’t a princess, and Julius wasn’t her prince. Though she smiled, her heart continually pondered how to bring Godfery back.

The guests began to present gifts.

Julius suppressed his inner turmoil, telling himself it was okay, he’d still receive Nancy’s gift.

Having anticipated it for so long, he directly asked, "Nancy, where’s my gift?"

Nancy whispered, "The painting I made for you is in the Imperial Garden. I’ll give it to you alone when we return."

Julius was satisfied, receiving it alone seemed quite nice. Amidst the surrounding bustle, those noisy voices seemed far less irritating.

At that moment, a hearty laugh rang out, and Elijah Jefferson strode over, saying to Nancy, "Little one, you look stunning today, like a flower fairy."

Upon seeing Elijah, Nancy showed some joy, "Elijah, why are you here?"

"Came to see you, and also to attend this person’s birthday party." Elijah was always forthright, like the impurity-free sapphire on his ear.

He liked Nancy, liked her openly, and when he let go, he did so cleanly.

Nancy knew Elijah cared for her, smiling as she replied, "I’m doing well, you don’t have to worry."

In Nancy’s heart, Elijah held a special place, different from ordinary friends.

He kept a home for Nancy in the old town, took her to watch sunrises during her moments of despair, helped her countless times unconditionally, and after knowing Nancy liked Godfery, maintained a distance that kept her comfortable, never crossing the line.

Just as Nancy finished speaking, unable to catch up with Elijah, Julius tugged her hand, and without warning turned away darkly.

His movements were so forceful that Nancy stumbled in Julius’s direction as he pulled her forward.

Elijah felt a twinge of bitterness, knowing this man had a strong possessive instinct, refraining from following for fear of causing misunderstanding. He called out loudly in the direction Julius departed.

"Young Master Shaw, I’m here purely as a friend to see her, don’t be so harsh. The little one likes gentle men."

Julius paused in his steps, pondering, did Nancy like gentle men?

Julius stopped and turned around, causing Nancy to bump into his chest before halting. She looked up at Julius.

Due to the hurried pace, her high heels made her stumble slightly, and a few strands of hair fell messily across her cheeks, her hair and dress adorned with real flowers, with a petal resting on Nancy’s brow. Because she was tilting her head up, the petal didn’t fall.

Her appearance seemed enchanting.

At least Julius felt he had lost his soul, or else why would he shrug off his jacket to hide her within his embrace, not wanting anyone to see?

A gasp rang out across the scene, along with envious exclamations.

Everyone thought that Young Master Shaw was truly deeply in love with this woman.

Naming her, concealing her jealously in his arms, desperate to tell everyone he loved her.

In such a scenario, Nancy knew she should obediently not resist, but... but Elijah’s presence was like the clearest mirror, vividly reminding Nancy of those red, orange, yellow, and green gemstone earrings, all of which belonged to Julius.

Any intimacy with Julius was filled with falseness.

Nancy reached out and pushed Julius away, uncovering the jacket that concealed her.

Julius sensed Nancy’s clear rejection, his eyes filled with even greater turmoil.

Nancy quietly said, "I’m feeling a bit dizzy."

Julius’s focus shifted instantly, asking worriedly, "Why dizzy? I’ll call Basil."

Nancy shook her head, "No need for Basil, just haven’t rested well. I’ll go to the lounge for a bit, and as the host of the banquet, make sure not to stray too far. We’ll go home together after the banquet."

Perhaps the word home pleased Julius, or perhaps he knew there’d be a gift from Nancy after going home, causing those fluctuations of conflict to be suppressed again.

Julius supported Nancy and said, "Alright, I’ll take you to the lounge."

Nancy took a few steps, finding her ankle a bit sore, probably from twisting it when Julius hurriedly dragged her earlier.

She didn’t vocalize it, as it might disrupt the banquet. Julius noticed Nancy looked pale, thinking she was merely dizzy, and picked her up, heading to the lounge.

Elijah watched from afar, feeling reassured. Some people, even if they must let go, still hope she will live well.

Born into the chaotic Jefferson family, who thrived in both black and white worlds, Elijah was truly a gentleman.

At this moment, a sensual woman wearing a high-slit cheongsam walked toward Elijah, coquettishly saying, "Didn’t expect even Jefferson family members to fancy such frail, delicate girls; I’ve always thought we were better matched."

Elijah shifted his gaze onto the woman before him, "Belle, I’m not interested in you."

Belle twirled a lock of curly hair around her fingertip, approaching Elijah seductively, whispering like a lover, "Among the four major families in the Capital City, the Shaw family and the Lewis family are already allied. If our Jefferson family and Gray family don’t do something, we’ll probably be suppressed to the point where we can’t raise our heads. Why don’t we give us a try? Feelings can be cultivated."

Elijah stepped back, keeping his distance, "We’re not suitable."

Belle stepped forward, "Why aren’t we suitable? You still want to compete with Young Master Shaw over that delicate beauty?"