Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 133: You Have a Fever

Godfery Shaw listened to the question and responded with another question: "Who does Alia Wright hope I am?"

As if whoever she hoped he was, he could beco.

Alia Wright bit her lip and didn’t answer.

She might have never distinguished between the two.

Reflecting on so details, perhaps the benefactor she obsessed over in a past life was not one person but two.

Could it really be like this?

Seeing that Alia didn’t answer, Godfery Shaw didn’t push her. He whispered affectionately in her ear, "I’m Julius Shaw, Alia, sleep now."

Alia’s body beca more rigid, yet she allowed the man to hold her without resisting.

He was Julius Shaw.

The one who rushed into the fire to save her, the one she stabbed outside the cultural center, was Julius Shaw.

Then, when was it Godfery Shaw?

The man she had fully trusted in her past life had split into two, half Godfery Shaw, half Julius Shaw.

This made her unable to remain indifferent in front of them anymore.

According to Alia’s consistent thinking, she should stay away from those who were good to her, fearing she might hurt them.

However, this was not a matter of whether she wanted to stay away.

This person had imprisoned her.

There were too many things Alia couldn’t comprehend. She was held tightly, her mind filled with chaotic thoughts.

Thinking she wouldn’t be able to sleep from overthinking, she sohow drifted into sleep in a haze.

Alia was locked in that room just like this.

The next day.

Godfery Shaw approached with a syringe again.

Alia’s chaotic thoughts froze, knowing this was the drug that made her legs numb.

She shook her head frantically, silently saying, "No."

Godfery Shaw ignored it, insistently injecting the dicine into Alia’s leg.

Alia lowered her head in disappointnt.

Alia wasn’t aware that she had sowhat catalyzed Godfery’s current state.

The more severely Godfery was hurt, the more intense his obsessive brutality beca.

Originally only stabbed in the chest with a hairpin, now, after grasping Alia’s knife, his palm bore a penetrating wound.

Godfery Shaw, in his current uncontrolled state, didn’t attend to his injuries. The wound was infected from being soaked in water, and he was now running a high fever, unnoticed by Alia.

In this dazed state, his mind held only one thought—keep her confined.

Unable to walk naturally ant she wouldn’t leave.

In this powerless sorrow, Alia suddenly thought of Emily Allen. Not knowing how long she would be stuck in this room, she wondered if her disappearance would make Emily feel abandoned.

While thinking about this, she was suddenly embraced, and the man whispered softly in her ear, "Alia, it doesn’t hurt."

No longer focusing on sadness, Alia suddenly felt the abnormal heat emanating from the person holding her.

She looked at Godfery Shaw and asked, "Are you running a fever?"

Godfery Shaw didn’t answer, just clinging to Alia, burying his head in her neck, "Alia, don’t push away."

Alia frowned and repeated, "Julius, you have a fever!"

Godfery Shaw, with a heavy nasal tone, acknowledged with a hum.

Clearly just injected with the drug for her injured leg, Alia still worriedly asked, "Where’s Basil Smith? Is he in the Imperial Garden? Have him see you; you need fever dicine."

Godfery Shaw didn’t move, even in illness, remaining extrely stubborn: "Alia, do you want to send away so you can escape?"

Alia felt an urge to explode in frustration: "Escape? Do you think I can walk with this leg?"

Godfery held her tighter: "You’re mine."

Alia felt like speaking to a wall, explanations seed impossible.

She cald her tone: "Can you see a doctor first? Even if not, at least take so fever dicine."

Godfery Shaw didn’t listen, staying leaned against Alia, closing his eyes, "Alia, I’m tired, stay with for a while."

Alia’s head ached; the one holding her had an unusual flush on his face, his breathing emitting scalding heat.

Alia wanted to push him away, but he held on too tightly, she couldn’t budge.

With her leg powerless, and seeing the man clearly ill, she didn’t know what to do.

Clearly, she was the victim here.

If not for the truths she uncovered before, if she didn’t know the Julius in front of her was once good to her, she probably would’ve been ruthless, taking advantage of his illness to seize a chance to escape.

But now, Alia felt more worried.

At such a high temperature, she feared this man might harm himself.

Unable to push him away or wake him up.

Alia could only pull the blanket up, then began unbuttoning Godfery’s shirt to cool him down.

But the buttons were a bit tight; being hugged made her hands awkward, leading to frustration, and she couldn’t help but complain: "Why wear shirts and suits when you’re not going out."

In his feverish daze, Godfery Shaw seed to hear her and muttered, "If Alia doesn’t like it, I won’t wear it anymore."

Alia: "..."

Telling him to see a doctor, he didn’t hear.

Yet a complaint in his fevered state, he heard.

Perhaps her mindset had changed, but Alia just couldn’t bring herself to hate the man in front of her.

She even tried to understand his obsessive and sickly affection.

Finally unbuttoning his shirt, Alia felt Godfery Shaw was like a furnace, exuding heat.

Because of her poor health, her hands and feet were cold year-round.

Not knowing what else to do, she instinctively placed her cold hands on Godfery Shaw’s forehead and face, hoping to cool him down.

Perhaps it was Alia’s cold aura, but Godfery hugged her tighter, nudging his head against her neck, mumbling "Alia."

Alia felt he’d really worsen if his fever continued.

She called out towards the door, "Is anyone there? Is there anyone outside?"

Despite being imprisoned, she hadn’t tried calling for help before, but seeing Godfery Shaw’s current state, she was genuinely worried.

Normal body temperature should be below 37 degrees, but she felt the person beside her must be at least 40 degrees.

This high temperature could cause serious trouble.

"Is anyone there?"

"I need Basil Smith, Julius is sick!"

But after calling several tis, it was silent outside, not a sound.

Most rooms in the Imperial Garden had good soundproofing.

The main point was, the second floor of the Imperial Garden, barely anyone would co up; they couldn’t even co up.

So at the mont, Alia’s call for help went unheard.

No help ca, but her shouts woke Godfery Shaw.

Although Godfery was in a daze, hearing Alia’s cries, he forced himself to open his eyes.

"Alia, what’s wrong?"

Noticing he was awake, Alia was slightly relieved, "You don’t need a doctor, but there’s a dicine box in that cabinet with fever dicine; can you take so, please?"

"No." Godfery directly refused in his daze.

Alia got a bit irritated, changing her request: "Then can you bring so water? I’d like to wash my face."

Only then did Godfery lift his head from Alia’s neck. Despite the high fever, hearing Alia wanted to wash her face, he forced himself to stand up and went to the bathroom.

Alia exhaled in relief; his mindset was just too stubborn.

He wouldn’t listen to advice about his own matters, but when it ca to her needing water to wash her face, he complied.

Soon, Godfery Shaw returned with a basin of water, placing it on the bedside table, wringing a towel to wipe Alia’s face, then completely exhausted, fell back onto the bed.

Alia looked at the man in front of her, feeling deeply conflicted.