Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 132: She Can No Longer Tell Godfery Shaw from Julius

In that mont, Alia Wright felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Her mind was a complete ss.

Perhaps the thoughts from her past life were too deeply rooted—having witnessed such a scene with her own eyes, Alia still never imagined that Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw were the sa person.

She was only shocked that the person in front of her was Julius Shaw.

So the person she stabbed at the Cultural Center earlier was also Julius Shaw?

But at that ti, she clearly felt it was Godfery Shaw!

She was stunned by the fact that she actually...actually could not tell the difference between Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw.

She always believed she could distinguish them at a glance, yet it seed she never really could.

Alia recalled that when she first t Julius Shaw, he showed strong possessiveness towards her, even saying she was his.

Is it possible that it wasn’t their first eting, and perhaps they had t before, only she mistook him for Godfery Shaw?

Alia then thought of her past life, entangled with Godfery Shaw for five years. During those five years, Young Master Shaw never married, and she never t him. Is it possible that Young Master Shaw had appeared many tis, only she mistook him for Godfery Shaw?

So who exactly was the person who treated her well for five years?

Godfery Shaw, or Julius Shaw?

The multitude of hypothetical possibilities made Alia’s head ache as if it were about to split.

Her frail body and pale face hit by the shock, Alia fainted just like that.

Seeing Alia faint, Godfery Shaw frowned and lifted her out of the bathtub.

Unbeknownst to Alia, Godfery Shaw personally changed her clothes and dried her hair.

Watching her sleep peacefully, he then tended to the wound on his palm, which had turned sowhat white from the water.

Alia had a dream.

In the dream, she couldn’t tell the difference between Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw. In the dream, out of revenge, she killed the man who had treated her well for five years in her past life.

No, don’t!

Alia struggled in the nightmare, waking up drenched in sweat.

When she awoke, she saw the man sitting by the chair in the room, reading.

She was no longer sure who the man in front of her was.

Yet in her eyes, there was no longer the intense hatred from before.

If he was the one who treated her well for five years in her past life, even if he ruined her leg, she wouldn’t seek revenge.

Godfery Shaw was unaware of the myriad thoughts running through Alia’s mind in such a short ti.

In his eyes, he was both Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw. It was fine for Alia to consider him whoever she liked.

As Julius Shaw, he didn’t care, so he wouldn’t explain.

As Godfery Shaw, he endured and didn’t dare to explain.

As a result, he never emphasized who he was in front of Alia.

Alia stared intensely at Godfery Shaw.

If looks could kill, Alia would have stared a hole through Godfery Shaw.

Godfery Shaw sensed her piercing gaze and said, "Alia, you’re awake. Do you want to read too, or do you want to read to you?"

Alia’s voice was hoarse as she said, "I don’t want to."

After saying this, Alia pulled the blanket over her head, curling herself completely under it.

If was the first ti she didn’t know what to do since her rebirth.

She couldn’t resist. Without knowing who he really was, she didn’t dare to resist aggressively.

But what was she supposed to do?

She had many things to accomplish; she couldn’t be caged like a bird in this room.

Alia clenched her fists tightly to calm herself.

Her phone was taken away; she couldn’t contact anyone outside. How was she going to leave?

She had promised Emily Allen to return today. Since she didn’t, Emily and Hailey Smith were likely looking for her.

If they couldn’t find her, they would ask Elijah Jefferson. They should then know she was taken by Godfery...

But considering that Hailey Smith had always been Godfery Shaw’s person, would she co looking?

Alia wasn’t sure if Godfery Shaw knew about Julius Shaw’s actions.

With Godfery Shaw’s capabilities, one person hidden in the Imperial Garden wouldn’t have gone unnoticed, right?

Her current situation was too passive.

Alia’s mind was a jumbled ss of thoughts.

She suddenly threw off the thin blanket, revealing her face flushed from the heat.

As if she wanted to say sothing, she grit her teeth in silence.

After a good while, Alia finally clenched her teeth and said, "Hey, I need to go to the bathroom."

She didn’t call out to Godfery Shaw or Julius Shaw.

Godfery Shaw heard her voice and put down the book in his hand.

He saw Alia’s flushed face; because of embarrassnt and anger, her expressive eyes were filled with mist. It made Godfery Shaw’s heartbeat falter, for she appeared both dignified and fragile.

Godfery Shaw walked over to pick up Alia, and this ti, she didn’t struggle. Instead, she leaned closer to sll the scent on the person in front of her.

She had always felt that Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw’s scents were similar, but now it seed there was no difference at all.

The difference she thought she perceived seed to be that Imperial Garden used different laundry detergent or incense.

Could two people, even if they were brothers, be this similar?

Godfery Shaw looked at Alia sniffing at him like a kitten searching for her owner’s scent, and his heart softened once more.

Godfery Shaw carried Alia into the bathroom.

Alia ca to her senses and said, "You should go out first."

Perhaps Alia’s recent deanor pleased Godfery Shaw; he obediently walked to the bathroom door.

After using the bathroom, Alia didn’t call for anyone. She sat quietly, waiting.

Only when the person at the door had waited too long and ca in on his own did he carry Alia back to the bed.

By then, a calr Alia noticed that her room wasn’t exactly as it had been before—there were a few more paintings on the wall.

Those were the paintings she put up for sale at Ink Manor, the ones she sold.

All the works she sold were here in this room.

She should have realized—a newcor’s works wouldn’t be bought so quickly every ti.

Turns out, he had been watching her all along.

But who exactly was he?

Who was the person who treated her well in her past life?

As she couldn’t leave for the mont, her only option was to find a way to uncover the truth.

Her small knife was taken away, along with all the sharp objects in the room.

After that, Alia didn’t confront Godfery Shaw anymore.

She just quietly observed and was startled to find that the person in front of her exhibited so subtle details identical to those of the past life’s Godfery Shaw.

Was this obsessive, twisted man the one who treated her well for five years in her past life?

Alia couldn’t be sure.

The two of them spent the entire day together; she didn’t retaliate, and Godfery Shaw didn’t speak either—simply enjoying the process of taking care of her.

That night, Godfery Shaw naturally lay down beside Alia.

He, with a strong sense of control, reached out and pulled her into his embrace.

Alia’s whole body tensed slightly; she felt herself pressing against his wound.

She reached out and took hold of Godfery Shaw’s hand.

Godfery Shaw was puzzled but didn’t withdraw his hand. The next mont, Alia rolled up his sleeve and saw the scald scars above his wrist.

Once, Godfery Shaw had rushed into a fire at the Wright family’s estate to rescue her and was injured in the process.

Alia’s voice trembled as she lost control, asking, "Who are you really?"