Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 131: Who Is He, Really?

Godfery’s eyes instantly darkened, "Alia, what are you doing?"

Alia replied harshly, "If you don’t want to lock up my corpse, then let go."

Godfery squinted, his eyes flashing dangerously and bloodthirsty, "Does Alia want to leave that badly? Who do you want to find? Elijah?"

Alia did not answer, just repeated, "Let go."

As she spoke, the small knife pressed slightly harder into her heart, and a bit of fresh blood seeped through her white nightgown, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

Godfery did not stop his steps, placing the breakfast he brought on the side table, he walked towards Alia step by step, whispering intimately as if to a lover, "Alia, do you want to die with ? Fine, I agree."

Alia always felt she was mad after her rebirth, but now she realized, it was the Godfery before her that was truly insane.

Her knife pierced a bit further, yet his steps still did not halt.

With a kind of obsessive, pathological determination.

Alia was not afraid of death, but she couldn’t die, she had too many things to do.

In the mont of her hesitation.

Godfery had already approached, suddenly reaching out to grasp the blade.

Alia was shocked, instinctively exerting force.

Godfery gripped tightly, his palm split deeply, blood instantly staining Alia’s nightgown.

Yet Godfery seed oblivious to the pain, gently saying, "Alia is truly naughty, harming herself again."

Alia weakly released her grip.

Godfery removed the knife, quickly bandaging his palm to stop the bleeding.

It wasn’t to prevent excessive bleeding, just because he didn’t want his dirty blood to stain Alia further.

After wrapping the wound, Godfery carried Alia to the bed, checking her chest wound and ensuring she hadn’t fallen.

Alia pushed forcefully: "Let go of , you madman."

No matter how much Alia cursed, Godfery only released her after confirming she was unhard.

Then he picked up the breakfast from the table and walked to the bedside.

With a hand bandaged in blood-soaked gauze, he scooped a spoonful of porridge to Alia’s lips.

"Alia, ti for breakfast."

Alia didn’t know how to react for a mont.

One second agreeing to die together crazily, the next calmly feeding breakfast.

This sickly behavior sent chills through Alia’s heart.

Alia didn’t open her mouth.

Godfery patiently waited, until the breakfast cooled, he had soone replace it with hot, then continued to feed.

As if Alia wouldn’t eat, he’d keep feeding, until she did.

He had the utmost patience for his caged canary.

Alia couldn’t fight this person to the end, nor could she die with him.

She had to live well to take revenge, she had a child within her.

After a long silence, Alia finally opened her mouth.

"Alia is so good." Godfery smiled gently.

The bandage on his palm was soaked in blood, blood slowly staining the sleeve of his white shirt, yet he didn’t care at all.

It was as if the condition of his hand mattered less than Alia eating breakfast.

After Alia ate breakfast, Godfery saw the bloodstains on her, frowning, "Dirty, better take a wash."

Speaking, he went to the bathroom, Alia heard the sound of water running.

She quickly thought, what to do.

Godfery’s kind of obsessive disorder didn’t allow refusal.

But she couldn’t just wait for death.

Suddenly Alia thought of sothing, her gaze gradually turning fierce.

Godfery filled the bathtub and ca to carry Alia to the bathroom.

Alia didn’t resist.

Her obedience made Godfery glance at her in puzzlent.

The two entered the bathroom, the bathtub was already filled with water.

The warm vapor made the bathroom sowhat hazy.

Godfery placed Alia on the stool beside the tub, reached to undo the buttons on her nightgown.

Alia had no doubt that if she didn’t stop him, he’d undress her completely to help her bathe.

She coldly fixed her gaze on Godfery, saying, "You leave, I’ll bathe myself."

Godfery looked at Alia’s legs, did not leave, two buttons were already undone.

Alia reached out to block Godfery, sitting right beside the tub, she slid into the bathtub in her nightgown.

With a sideways glance, soaking wet, she mocked Godfery, "You’ve made a cripple, I despise your care."

Godfery said nothing, his tightly knit brows seed to be struggling with sothing.

Alia lay down slowly in front of Godfery, her head sinking into the water.

She lay subrged like a doll in the water.

One subrged in water, one watching beside the bathtub.

Alia hadn’t surfaced for a while.

Godfery reached in to pull Alia up.

Suddenly, with a force from the water, Godfery unprepared, lost his footing and fell into the bathtub.

The bathtub was large, they didn’t feel cramped, spurting water everywhere with Alia’s sudden tug.

Alia quickly flipped over, leveraging the buoyancy, sat atop Godfery, and choked his neck, pushing him into the water.

Godfery, underwater, didn’t close his eyes, instead with a kind of exhilarating insanity.

His gaze seed to say, Alia, do you want to kill ? Then press harder!

Alia felt the immobile legs, her eyes filled with increased hostility.

But when she saw that face identical to Godfery’s, suffocating subrged, her grip inadvertently weakened.

Against that face, she couldn’t be ruthless.

In the mont she relaxed her grip.

Godfery grabbed Alia’s wrist, sharply sat up.

Alia instinctively fell backward, grabbing onto Godfery’s collar, buttons scattered into the water.

In a flash, Godfery pulled Alia back from tumbling.

Both soaked, it ended with Alia sitting on Godfery’s lap, extrely close.

Godfery smiled with wickedness, murmuring near Alia’s ear, "Alia couldn’t bear to let die?"

Alia lost the chance, trying to act again, it was too late.

Knowing words would have no effect on this person, Alia no longer wanted to speak.

Alia even wanted to close her eyes, to not see that face, yet she didn’t close them, instead suddenly widened them.

She saw an injury on Godfery’s chest through his loosened shirt.

Alia reached swiftly, tearing open Godfery’s shirt, seeing a very small wound.

A sharp but very fine thing stabbed it.

It was the injury Alia inflicted on Godfery after exiting the cultural gallery at the grand painting exhibition.

Why was Godfery’s wound on Julius?

In that mont, Alia felt she had overlooked many things, Godfery, Julius.

Her complexion turned pale as she looked at the man before her.

He...who really was he?