Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 103: Beggars Can’t Be Choosers

Alia Wright stood frozen.

Godfery Shaw knew!

He knew that Edward Allen was her brother, and that Emily Allen was not her son.

She should have seen this coming; she was too eager when searching for Emily and revealed too many flaws.

All Godfery had to do was find the severely injured burn victim she had mistreated to learn so information. With Godfery’s abilities, it wasn’t difficult to uncover the truth, especially since she had Emily call her aunt.

Godfery knew that Emily wasn’t her son and understood that everything before was just a misunderstanding.

Would he... still agree to the divorce?

Panic filled Alia’s eyes.

The next mont, Godfery leaned down and fiercely captured Alia’s lips.

Alia’s heart raced uncontrollably; he indeed knew.

Alia pushed Godfery away with force, trying to maintain her composure: "This is my matter, it has nothing to do with you."

Godfery pinched Alia’s chin, staring at the blood on her face, he said viciously: "If you want to acknowledge the Allen family, I can help you, but if you harm yourself, it concerns !"

Alia’s pupils contracted. She had only thought about whether Godfery would still agree to a divorce after knowing the truth, but forgot that if Godfery told the Allen family, how could she dare to recognize her kin; she couldn’t let her parents and brother know of her existence.

In her panic, Alia blurted out without thinking: "I don’t want to acknowledge them, and if you dare to speak of this, I won’t forgive you!"

"Hmm? How won’t you forgive ?" Godfery’s eyes were filled with uncontrollable fury.

"Young Master, isn’t it difficult to inherit the Shaw family? What do you think would happen if the Capital City Shaw family knew the Young Master was plotting against the Shaw family?" Alia said in a very low voice.

Godfery’s previously aggressive aura halted, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. How did Alia know about these things?

He had never revealed his intentions to anyone.

Even those he trusted believed he was doing everything to inherit the Shaw family.

Of course, Alia knew. Two years later in her past life, the Capital City Shaw family appointed a true heir, and while many lanted for Godfery, he reshuffled the Shaw family with a thunderous force.

No one knew what exactly happened, but from then on, Godfery beca the head of the entire Shaw family.

Not the heir, but the ruler!

Alia tentatively said: "We each know each other’s secrets; as a trade, how about we keep it together?"

At this mont, Godfery had two small voices arguing in his mind.

One voice disdainfully said: "Take her back, break her leg, lock her up, and wait until she can withstand the Shaw family, then it’ll be fine."

The other voice dissatisfiedly said: "How can that be, you can’t hurt Alia, Alia needs freedom, she has many things to do, you mustn’t restrain her; keep your distance until the Shaw family is destroyed."

Godfery struggled to control the two voices in his head and replied softly: "Alright."

Alia breathed a sigh of relief as she was taken back to the Imperial Garden.

Godfery brought over a dical kit and slowly wiped away the blood on Alia’s face.

Alia cooperated by not moving.

They were so close that Godfery could clearly see the wound on Alia’s face, cut by a sharp blade, his expression grew darker.

His movents beca increasingly restless, as if unable to clean off the blood from Alia’s face.

Alia was expressionless, she neither cried out in pain nor was she saddened by her disfigurent. It was like this face and this body weren’t her own.

Was Godfery’s attitude one of disgust and disdain?

The misunderstanding about the illegitimate child had been clarified; the disfigurent was just right as a reason for divorce.

Alia didn’t know; Godfery’s intentions hadn’t changed from the start, she thought complexly about her own feelings.

She deliberately faced Godfery with the injured half of her face.

She even leaned closer, letting Godfery see more clearly the ugly wound: "The blood can be wiped clean, but the wound can’t be removed, it’s very ugly and terrifying, isn’t it?"

Alia’s smile tugged on the wound on her face, causing it to start bleeding again.

Godfery commanded suppressively: "Don’t smile!"

Alia stood up: "I suppose smiling is indeed terrifying. Since the dicine is applied, I’ll leave and stop bothering the Young Master’s eyes."

Alia stood up to leave but was pulled back by Godfery, falling into his embrace.

Godfery’s eyes were like they could devour her.

Closer and closer, the next second he would kiss her.

Alia blushed slightly but taunted: "What does Young Master Shaw want to do, aren’t you desperate to the point of kissing , even though I’m disfigured?"

The next second, Godfery kissed Alia, pressing her onto the bed.

He carefully cradled her face, not daring to hurt her in the least: "Beautiful!"

Beautiful?

Is he crazy?

As her clothes were pulled apart, Godfery’s eyes were nearly reverent with affection.

Alia, who had been very cooperative, finally realized that this man was serious, that he truly didn’t mind her disfigured face.

Couldn’t he leave with disgust like Marsh Smith?

Alia was slightly panicked inside, reaching out to push Godfery away.

Not to ntion she couldn’t bear to touch Godfery again.

There’s also the fact that she had a child in her womb and the pregnancy wasn’t stable, such activities weren’t possible.

Alia’s weak resistance had no effect against the nearly out-of-control Godfery.

But amidst her struggle, she touched the wound on her face, a wound that had been well treated began to bleed again, trickling down her cheek to her neck like little red plums.

It was like Godfery was dealt a heavy blow.

He nearly lost control and touched her again.

He abruptly released Alia, turned around, and fled the room, closing the door with a bang.

Alia lay on the bed, tidying her clothes, and looked at the ceiling sowhat helplessly, softly talking to herself: "A wound so ugly, everyone should loathe it, shouldn’t they?"

This life, does Godfery Shaw really like her this much?

To like her enough not to care about her appearance.

Then, what about Evelyn Dawson, the one who was publicly engaged to Godfery?

The faint blush on Alia’s face faded rapidly.

Too ssy, too complicated.

Alia got up and walked out of the room.

Godfery wasn’t within her calculations either; she couldn’t continue testing him.

She couldn’t provoke him; she could only stay away.

Alia walked out of the room and heard a sound as she passed by Godfery’s door.

Alia didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but the noise from inside was too loud, as if sothing had hit the door, creating a loud bang.

Alia looked over instinctively and heard an extrely suppressed voice from inside the room.

"Julius Shaw, you’re truly despicable!"

Alia was instantly rooted to the spot.

In her previous life, after she was disfigured, she also heard the young master and his second brother have a dispute and heard the sa words, but both incidents of disfigurent were the handiwork of Ava Wright and had nothing to do with the second son of the Shaw family.

Why did the young master curse the second son?

Alia instinctively moved closer, reaching out to open the door, wanting to see what they were arguing about.

Just then, the voice of the butler Joyce ca from behind Alia: "Miss Wright, what are you eavesdropping on?"

Alia was so startled by the sudden voice that she stepped back two paces.