Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 129: Godfery Shaw Is Injured—So Why Is Julius Shaw H

Elijah Jefferson, this person, if placed in ancient tis, would probably be an honorable and upright hero.

He always repays kindness and enmity, straightforward and righteous.

He considered Alia Wright a friend, which is why he noticed her state was not good and took her out for a mountain climb.

But right now, Elijah felt that maybe he really was like what people from the old town said, the old iron tree blooming.

If Alia were still the Young Mrs. Shaw, he certainly wouldn’t think much of it.

But now that Alia is divorced, even if he likes her, he does so openly and frankly.

The two of them sat shoulder to shoulder at the mountain top, after eating and drinking their fill, enjoying the night breeze and gazing at the stars all over the sky.

Alia sat on the ground, hugging her legs, looking up at the stars, her mood gradually calming down.

No matter what, she must live well.

She considered herself a sinner, despised herself, she could punish herself however she pleased, but she must live well.

The starlight twinkled, and in Alia’s eyes, it seed as if tears shimred.

Elijah secretly glanced at her, only feeling that she exuded a kind of sadness that made one want to hug her.

Once Elijah realized he liked Alia, his attitude slowly started to change, though he couldn’t hug her, a little coaxing was okay.

He grabbed a few blades of grass and started weaving them.

Before long, a grass dragonfly appeared in his hand.

"Here you go." Elijah handed the grass dragonfly to Alia beside him. If it weren’t so dark, Alia might have seen the blush on Elijah’s bronze skin.

Before, his kindness towards Alia was out of friendship, so he was open and aboveboard.

Now... now this should be considered pursuing, right?

So there’s a saying, when you don’t love soone, you are open and aboveboard, but when you like them, you beco very cautious. Elijah at this mont probably felt this way.

Alia took the dragonfly and shook it in her hand, "You made it really well, thank you."

Elijah, like a young man giving a girl a gift for the first ti, felt his heart pounding when he saw Alia accept it.

The night breeze in the mountains was cold, Elijah took off his jacket and handed it to Alia: "It’s too cold at night, you might catch a chill."

Alia paused and refused: "No need, I’m not cold. I’ll go back to the tent to rest first."

After speaking, Alia supported herself to get up. Her calf started to ache from overexertion as she slowly made her way back to the tent.

Elijah felt a bit frustrated.

This was the second ti Alia refused his jacket.

The first ti in the old town didn’t feel like much.

But this ti it was like a confession being rejected, he clearly felt Alia’s indifference, fortunately she took the grass dragonfly, which at least ant she accepted his gift.

Elijah spoke towards Alia’s tent, "Make sure you wear your sleeping bag and rest well. I’ll wake you up for the sunrise tomorrow."

"Okay."

The world was utterly silent.

In the tent, Alia put on her sleeping bag, glanced at the grass dragonfly beside her, and closed her eyes.

Perhaps being outside, Alia found it hard to fall asleep but eventually managed.

Once asleep, nightmares began again.

It had been a long ti since she last had a nightmare, and she thought she could be calm in her dreams by now.

Yet, there she was, curling up in the sleeping bag, tightly closing her eyes, struggling in her dreams.

At three o’clock in the morning, Alia woke up from her nightmare.

Startled out of those heavy tornts, she did not fall back asleep, unzipped the tent, and sat there watching the night.

Not sure how long it took, but a tinge of orange light appeared on the horizon.

Dawn was about to break.

Elijah also woke up, imdiately went to call Alia, only to find her already dressed, sitting in the tent, Elijah smiled: "You’re up quite early, the sunrise is almost here."

"Mm."

Alia responded with a hum, quietly sitting there, not saying anything further.

Elijah also sat down to watch.

The orange hues spread across the sky, getting brighter and brighter, the sun quietly peeking over the horizon.

The sunrise was truly beautiful.

Alia’s gaze suddenly halted.

Soone was appearing ahead under the rising sun, walking towards her.

The warm orange glow blanketing the man’s back as if he was lifting the sunrise.

Godfery Shaw walked up to Alia, looked deeply at her in the tent, not sparing Elijah even a glance.

He spoke lightly: "Alia, how can you spend the night with this man?"

Alia, hearing these words, knew it was Julius Shaw.

Once, she could distinguish between Godfery and Julius Shaw at a glance, but now, she needed to hear them speak to tell them apart.

Julius had reappeared after a long absence.

The last ti was when she temporarily went blind due to an ergency and Godfery forcibly kept her at the Imperial Garden for a few days.

Alia suddenly sensed a discord.

Julius inexplicably had a strong possessiveness over her.

So why hadn’t he appeared for such a long ti?

Alia felt she might be missing sothing important, but before she could think further, he squeezed into her tent, naturally holding her on his lap.

Alia frowned, her face tensed, "Why are you here?"

Through repeated encounters, Alia no longer tried to reason with him.

Julius held Alia, feeling her cold body, he removed his coat and wrapped her intimately, and in a mont, whispered in her ear, "Alia, be good, don’t force to deal with Elijah."

Alia’s hand paused, stopping the action of pushing away, her breathing slightly sharp.

Elijah watching from the side felt his secret crush was ending before it even started.

Alia did have entanglents with Young Master Shaw.

But it wasn’t the kind of help-seeking relationship he thought, rather a more intimate one.

She repelled others’ advances; when he carried her up the mountain, she stiffened her spine, yet now she obediently leaned into Young Master Shaw’s arms.

She rejected his jacket, yet allowed Young Master Shaw’s coat to wrap around her.

Elijah showed a bitter smile.

Godfery Shaw, holding Alia, exited the tent, stepping down the mountain path.

In front of others, Alia did not confront Julius Shaw.

Godfery didn’t want outsiders to know that the two brothers looked identical, so she wouldn’t reveal it.

Relatives and Godfery were people Alia would rather compromise herself to protect.

She just looked at Elijah from Godfery’s shoulder and said, "Thank you."

Elijah shook his head with a bitter smile.

The sun had risen.

Those who ca to watch the sunrise had left.

Elijah packed up his climbing gear alone, folding up the tent, finding the grass dragonfly left behind inside.

Elijah picked up the grass dragonfly and sighed.

...

Godfery Shaw led Alia down the mountain.

Once they were out of Elijah’s sight, Alia suddenly acted, pushing hard against Godfery’s chest.

After pushing him, Alia aid a silver needle hidden in her sleeve at Godfery, but she didn’t get to stab him.

Because, at that mont, Godfery’s body stiffened, stepping back a pace from the push, surprisingly loosening his hold on her.

Alia’s feet touched the ground, she was montarily stunned, how did he get pushed away so easily?

Then, Alia saw a spot of blood seep through the fabric on his chest.

Was he injured?

This position, the sa as where she stabbed Godfery yesterday.

If Godfery was hurt, why was Julius also hurt?