Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 397: How Dare He Impersonate Godfery Shaw

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: How Dare He Impersonate Godfery Shaw

Nancy Allen blushed.

For a moment, her mind was filled with wild thoughts.

Thinking, they were a married couple now, so sharing a bed shouldn’t be an issue, right?

Yet she also wondered, what was Godfery Shaw’s attitude towards her now? Would being this intimate be inappropriate?

As Nancy was engrossed in her thoughts, Julius Shaw had already approached.

Nancy hesitated for a moment, then moved aside to make room.

Julius Shaw lay down and tucked Nancy’s cold little hand into his embrace.

The internal struggle within Nancy’s mind was ultimately defeated by the warmth before her.

It was so warm; a winter alone was icy, but with someone, it felt like spring had arrived, making it hard for Nancy to push him away.

After all, they were married; sharing a bed was only natural, right!

Luna Summer quietly watched and thought to herself how she was truly an excellent bodyguard.

She had even facilitated the relationship between the second young master and the madam.

Being this professional, the second young master would surely never dismiss her, allowing her to remain as the madam’s bodyguard forever!

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Nancy awakened in a realm of warmth.

A smile of happiness lingered at the corner of her mouth.

Perhaps due to restless nights in recent days, Julius Shaw slept deeply today and had not yet awakened.

Nancy’s hand lay across Julius Shaw’s waist, and she suddenly felt something in his pocket that seemed to prick her hand.

Leaning lazily against Julius Shaw, she instinctively reached into his pocket and pulled out the item.

It was a ruby earring, vivid and red as blood.

In an instant, Nancy’s entire bloodstream seemed to freeze.

The thin veil in her mind was finally ripped away unexpectedly.

The events she had tried to pretend never happened were vividly shown before her eyes.

Vomiting, coercion, blood, the glaring ruby.

Underneath this golden half-mask that he never removed even while sleeping,

was not Godfery Shaw, but the one who repeatedly forced her, shattering the happiness she could reach, Julius Shaw!

Nancy felt as if all her blood had turned to ice, a chilling sensation pervading her bones.

The sound of waking Julius Shaw, disturbed by Nancy’s movement, had a lazy and intimate tone: "Nancy, did you sleep well?"

Nancy’s emotions were tense; what should she do now?

What exactly did this lunatic want?

Pushing her to such an extent, making her so despise him, yet disguising himself as Godfery Shaw, feigning tenderness in front of her.

How could he possibly be Godfery Shaw!

How dare he impersonate Godfery Shaw!

Nancy’s first reaction was to expose him, to curse Julius Shaw with all the harsh words she could think of.

Julius Shaw had done her a favor, and she couldn’t retaliate against him, so all she could do was to yell at him.

But after getting angry, then what?

What would Julius Shaw do? What cruel means would he use to force her again?

No, she needed to stay calm.

She couldn’t bring danger to Sophie Allen and the others, couldn’t let Julius Shaw force her dangerously again.

At this moment, Nancy gritted her teeth and silently put the ruby back into Julius Shaw’s pocket.

Then, using the calmest tone possible, she replied to Julius Shaw, "I slept well."

Perhaps due to just waking up, Julius Shaw didn’t notice Nancy’s abnormality.

He rubbed Nancy’s head and asked, "What do you feel like eating today?"

Nancy shook her head: "Nothing."

"Then I’ll bring up some of the breakfast prepared by Joyce."

Julius Shaw said as he got up to wash up, carrying on with familiar tasks as usual.

After Julius Shaw entered the bathroom, Nancy lay weakly on the bed, her gaze ice-cold.

Even with a mask, he could never be Godfery Shaw!

Thinking about the time spent living and eating with Julius Shaw, and those interactions, Nancy clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her palms.

She couldn’t reveal her recovery; she needed to find a way to resolve the current predicament.

Julius Shaw soon brought breakfast upstairs.

When Nancy didn’t feel like going downstairs, it was always Julius Shaw who brought the food upstairs, and he always allowed Nancy to live as she pleased.

Upon seeing Nancy still lying in bed, he naturally said, "Nancy, why are you still lying down? Get up and wash before having breakfast."

Nancy’s inner tension rose as Julius Shaw entered the room, yet outwardly she pretended to respond calmly: "Okay."

Julius Shaw scooped a spoonful of seafood porridge to Nancy’s mouth: "Give it a try. Joyce said you mentioned you wanted seafood porridge before."

Nancy obediently opened her mouth.

The dish she craved a few days ago, once eaten now, brought about an uncontrollable nausea.

She couldn’t tell whether this nausea stemmed from her body or her mind.

Struggling to suppress it, she said in a very low voice, "I’ll eat by myself."

Julius Shaw slightly frowned, not handing over the bowl and chopsticks to Nancy, but instead asked confusingly: "Nancy, what’s wrong today? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Nancy’s body stiffened.

She couldn’t expose herself.

With a slightly forced smile, she said, "I’m fine, just didn’t sleep well last night."

Julius Shaw looked at her with concern, scooped another spoonful of porridge to feed Nancy, speaking gently: "Then eat a little something first, and then rest again."

Nancy did not dare to refute Julius Shaw again, suppressing the nausea in her heart and accepting his feeding.

But the person before her was not Godfery Shaw. Mentally, changes occurred within Nancy; in Julius Shaw’s gentle and careful feeding, all she could see was deceit and harm and threats.

The better the past few days seemed, the more she rejected it now.

Unable to hold it back finally, she turned away and vomited.

Julius Shaw finally changed his expression, dropped the bowl and chopsticks, hurried over to pat Nancy’s back, his tone containing uncontrollable darkness: "How could you vomit? Everything was fine before; how are you starting to vomit again?"

Julius Shaw was afraid. Nancy vomiting once more reminded him of previous events.

Vomiting blood, passing out, nearly dying.

Nancy’s feeble state back then had left a severe psychological shadow on Julius Shaw.

But what Nancy saw was the natural darkness in Julius Shaw’s words, reminding her of past coercion and threats.

Weakly, she said, "I didn’t mean to; I just didn’t sleep well."

Julius Shaw carefully replied, "No, I’m not blaming you. It’s okay. I won’t force you to eat. Let’s go wash up, and you can rest if you’re tired."

Nancy coldly laughed inside. Not forcing her? The same words.

Previously, after saying these words, he would laugh like a devil, repeatedly putting Sophie in danger.

This time, she understood and would cooperate.

Julius Shaw didn’t dare force Nancy to eat anymore. After helping her wash up, he lay her down.

Nancy lay flat for a while, then turned to her side, her body slightly curled up, back facing Julius Shaw.

Once she turned her back, she opened her eyes, with no trace of sleep in them, only vigilance and coldness.

This time, she would not let Julius Shaw harm her loved ones!