Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 125: Amelia, Let’s Talk

Alia Wright’s painting was too dark.

In the live broadcast, the previously silent barrage was suddenly interrupted by a ssage breaking the quiet.

"Soone who creates such artworks, I always feel like they’re a dangerous person, who might commit a cri soday."

"I feel a bit scared too."

"Look at her face; are you still scared?"

"Seems like I’m not so scared anymore. This pale, frail beauty, even if dangerous, can’t be too dangerous."

"Setting aside the fear, this painting is truly well done."

"So what if it’s well done? Such an artwork will surely not be selected."

The barrage’s discussions beca polarized.

So people thought such artworks should never be selected.

So people thought, so what if it’s dark? The national painting exhibition assesses skill, not style.

Alia Wright sat quietly until it was ti to leave. She stood up and left straight away without lingering a second more.

Robert Reed in the guest seat wanted to stop Alia, to ask what was going on, but he didn’t have ti.

As Alia walked out of the cultural center, so harsh sunlight shone on her, making her weak body start to sweat profusely; despite the blazing sun, she felt as if she were in darkness.

Alia felt a bit dizzy.

The next mont, a shadow fell over her, hiding the scorching sun.

Alia looked up from within the shadow and saw Godfery Shaw before her.

Godfery Shaw was so tall, he almost shielded all the sunlight, enveloping her in shadow. Such a familiar and reassuring aura washed over Alia, bringing a mont of coolness to her heart.

It also intensified the turmoil in Alia’s heart.

When the teacher approached her, she unhesitatingly used him.

When Godfery Shaw approached her, she knew she would end up hurting him too.

She knew it back then.

Just not firm enough, she was still entangled with Godfery Shaw.

This incident served as a warning to Alia that she absolutely could not get close to Godfery Shaw.

Godfery Shaw grabbed Alia’s hand and led her away.

Alia struggled fiercely, more violently than she ever had before.

So fiercely that Godfery Shaw couldn’t get Alia into the car.

Godfery Shaw pinned Alia against the wall of the cultural center’s rear green area.

Hardly anyone ca here.

Alia struggled with all her might, but Godfery Shaw wouldn’t let go. She ramd her right shoulder into him determinedly.

Fearing injuring her, Godfery was forced to release one hand.

Once her left hand was free, Alia imdiately pulled out the hairpin from her head, pressing it against Godfery Shaw’s chest, coldly threatening, "Let go."

Godfery Shaw’s deep voice seed to carry a hint of pleading as he said, "Alia, let’s talk."

Alia thought she must have heard wrong, for how could Godfery Shaw plead?

He was so cold and domineering; there was no need for him to plead.

Alia applied slight pressure with the hairpin, indifferently saying, "There’s nothing for us to talk about, Godfery Shaw. I’ll say it once more, let go of , or I won’t be polite."

Even through his shirt, Godfery Shaw could feel the sharpness of Alia’s hairpin.

Yet he still didn’t release her; he once again said, "Alia, let’s talk."

Alia dared not stab down, retrieved the hairpin, and imdiately went into action.

Using the moves Godfery Shaw had forced her to learn in a past life, she confronted him.

Although in her past life Godfery Shaw had forced her to learn martial arts and she actually learned quite well, her body was too weak, and even the fiercest moves could only exert limited power.

Godfery Shaw did not retaliate; he just kept dodging, trying to control Alia and calm her down.

Perhaps seeing that Alia couldn’t calm down, amidst the scuffle, Godfery Shaw disregarded the hairpin in Alia’s hand and directly embraced her.

He lowered his head and kissed her, stopping Alia’s struggle.

She was montarily bewildered.

Their interaction had been complicated from the start.

At first, she rely wanted to repay a favor, wishing to use the identity of the Young Mrs. Shaw.

Later, as Godfery Shaw changed towards her, breaking that barrier of alienation, even if she didn’t want to admit it, she knew she had fallen for him. In a drunken frenzy, she touched Godfery Shaw, yet decided to leave.

Most of their rare intimate monts were frantic, confrontational, exploratory.

But now, Godfery Shaw held Alia closely, kissing her.

Directly impacting the hairpin in Alia’s hand, making this intimacy co with a kind of unstoppable resolve.

This deadly entwined emotion made Alia panic.

As if the more she didn’t want to get close to Godfery Shaw, the more he forced them together.

What should she do?

At this mont, soone else was as shocked as Alia.

Ava Wright, who had secretly followed, watched this scene in shock.

Alia had left the cultural center too quickly.

Robert Reed wanted to stop her but couldn’t in ti, while Ava, who had been keeping an eye on Alia, quickly followed despite spraining her foot.

Ava was about to go abroad for costic surgery and wanted Marsh Smith to sleep with Alia before she left the country.

For won, no matter how determined they speak, once they give their body to soone, they easily give their heart too.

But Ava never expected to see such a scene while following.

Alia and her beloved Young Master Shaw!!!

Previously, at a café, she saw Alia seducing Young Master Shaw, who didn’t push her away.

But now, it was Young Master Shaw kissing Alia, did Alia’s seduction succeed?

Ava hid in the dark, not leaving, then overheard a piece of news that left her speechless with shock.

After Alia’s panic subsided, she pulled out the hairpin, fiercely pushed Godfery Shaw away, and, gasping for breath, said, "Godfery Shaw, we are divorced, what madness is this."

Godfery Shaw lowered his head, glanced at the already bleeding chest, and said domineeringly, "We are not divorced."

"It’s already been announced to the public, so that’s a divorce," Alia emotionally accused, "Otherwise, how does the Young Master have Evelyn Dawson as a fiancée."

Speaking of this, Godfery Shaw had no explanation.

He didn’t even have the standing to ask Alia to wait for him for two years.

Nor could he explain that Evelyn was just a paid shield.

The two embroiled in confrontation didn’t notice Ava, who was hiding far away.

Listening to those words, Ava bit her teeth tightly, her heart like a tsunami.

In the past arranged marriage, Alia actually married Young Master Shaw!

Alia actually married Godfery Shaw!

Ava’s mind was filled with only this sentence.

How could Alia be worthy, how dared she!

That was clearly her engagent, Alia was just a substitute; how could she marry Young Master Shaw!

Endless regret twisted Ava’s face.

Why had she allowed Alia to substitute her in marriage, why hadn’t she married herself.

If she had married, she would be the Young Mrs. Shaw now.

She would not have ended up in this current situation.

Ava quickly realized the crux of the matter. Since Alia married Godfery Shaw, why hadn’t it been announced as a marriage to Julius Shaw.

What secret lay within this? Why wouldn’t the Shaw family reveal the truth?

Is there a reason it can’t be disclosed?

Could she leverage this handle to gain so benefits?