Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 134: Julius Shaw Is Unusually Obedient

In the past, she only thought of Julius Shaw as a sick and twisted pervert.

He would break people’s legs at the drop of a hat, tie them up and lock them away without warning.

Now, he was still sickly, but when she said she wanted to wash her face, he would drag his sickly body to fetch water for her.

After learning those truths, everything he did no longer seed discordant.

In her past life, she was unknowingly entangled between the two brothers.

Now, she couldn’t even be sure whose child she was carrying in her belly.

Alia Wright felt like she was going insane.

She seed to be trapped in an invisible giant net, unable to escape; any attempt to struggle only made it more chaotic.

Alia sighed, trying not to think about it for now.

She propped herself up and wrung a towel, wiping the forehead of the person beside her, applying physical cooling thods to help Julius Shaw bring down his fever.

After wiping once, Alia placed the wet towel on Godfery Shaw’s forehead.

She sat quietly by his side, keeping watch.

Perhaps because he had unbuttoned his shirt to cool down, Godfery’s clothes were too open.

Alia once again saw the place where she had stabbed him with a hairpin.

The wound was very small, but sowhat deep. It should have scabbed over in two days.

But Alia noticed that the area around the wound was red and swollen. Forget scabbing over, it was completely inflad.

This person hadn’t properly treated his wound at all and just let it beco infected.

Alia suddenly thought of sothing and picked up Godfery’s hand.

Yesterday, she had threatened to hurt herself to make Julius Shaw let her go.

At that ti, she hadn’t ended up hurting herself, but his hand was severely cut.

Alia saw that Julius had thick bandages wrapped around his hand; she seed to think of sothing and reached out to undo these layers of bandages.

Then Alia covered her mouth in shock to stop herself from screaming.

The wound on his hand hadn’t been treated at all, and it was soaked in water to the point of turning white, with the bandages almost sticking to it.

He really just casually wrapped it up. When wringing the towel to wipe her face earlier, he hadn’t cared if the wound got wet.

Now Alia knew why he had a fever.

It was because these wounds had beco infected and inflad.

Alia carefully unraveled the bandages on Godfery’s palm, and perhaps because the wound adhered, tugging on it hurt a little, waking Godfery up.

Alia couldn’t stand, and without the dicine box in the room, she really didn’t know what to do.

Seeing Godfery awake, she quickly picked up the water cup by the bedside and whispered in his ear, "Drink so water."

Godfery’s eyes, usually as deep as the galaxy, were now sowhat confused, the fever making the corners of his eyes a little red, almost giving them a slightly aggrieved look.

This typically aloof, icy face with such a pitiful expression caught Alia by surprise, nearly making her drop the water cup.

"Drink... you’re feverish, drink so water."

Godfery obediently accepted the water Alia fed him, appearing sowhat delirious from the fever.

He said with a touch of delight, "Alia, the candy you gave was really sweet. Will you still co to see ? You won’t abandon , will you?"

What candy? Alia didn’t know what he was talking about.

But fearing he might move and hit his wound, Alia nodded directly, "Mm, I’ll co see you again, I won’t leave you."

Godfery imdiately broke into a bright smile.

That smile dazzled Alia into a daze.

But the smile only lasted two seconds before Godfery slowly withdrew it, darkness gradually erging in his eyes. He shook his head and said, "She didn’t co back, Alia didn’t co back. She’s afraid of , she won’t co back."

As he spoke, his tragically injured hand began to move restlessly.

At this mont, Julius appeared both sorrowful and pained.

Like the last straw clinging to life had abandoned him.

Alia had never seen this face show such an expression before.

In a panic, she threw herself into Godfery’s arms, pinning down his restless hand, and gently coaxed, "No, I’m not lying to you. I’ve been by your side. I... need your care."

Godfery’s eyes were filled with increasing confusion, as if unable to distinguish between past and reality.

Alia kept herself in his embrace and continued, "But you’re sick. You refuse to take dicine or treat your wounds. Like this, you can’t take care of ."

Godfery shook his head in bewildernt, "I’ll take dicine."

Like bewitching, Alia softly said, "Alright then, you go find Basil, have him help you treat the wound, and obediently take your dicine."

Godfery shook his head, "I won’t leave. If I leave, I’ll never see Alia again. She’ll leave and never co back."

Seeing that she couldn’t convince him, Alia changed her request and pointed to the cabinet in front.

"In the cabinet over there, there’s a dicine box on the second shelf. Bring the box to , and I won’t leave, okay?"

Alia repeated her request for the dicine box.

Hearing that Alia wouldn’t leave, Godfery nodded in agreent.

He got out of bed, and the dizziness made him sway as if he might fall at any mont.

Alia couldn’t help but remind, "Careful, don’t bump your right hand wound."

Godfery didn’t fall, and despite feeling dizzy, he retrieved the dicine box and offered it to Alia like a treasure.

Alia took it and let out a small sigh of relief.

But Godfery remained beside her, wide-eyed, looking at her with a look seeking praise.

Alia really was at a loss for words.

Being earnest, she praised, "Well done, co here."

Only then did Godfery feel satisfied and leaned against Alia again.

Alia tried again, "Lie down, extend your hand."

Godfery lay down and extended his hand, suddenly obedient beyond reason.

Which inexplicably reminded Alia of Godfery being particularly docile after getting drunk, even calling her sister.

These brothers were so similar; it wasn’t surprising she couldn’t tell them apart.

Looking at Alia, Godfery asked again with worry, "Alia won’t really leave, will she?"

Alia froze for a mont before nodding.

She understood now; he behaved because she wouldn’t leave.

In retrospect, the series of behaviors displayed by Julius—tying people up, imprisoning, injuring legs—was all because he didn’t want her to leave.

His sickly nature made him use the most extre thods.

Alia began to treat his wounds.

She disinfected several tis, wrapped it with clean bandages.

Then she found antibiotics, antipyretics, and detoxification pills from the dicine box and handed them all to Godfery, "Take these."

Godfery obediently swallowed the pills all at once, without even drinking water to wash them down.

Alia had never seen anyone swallow pills like that, frozen for a mont.

"Hey, how could you just swallow them?"

She quickly handed the water beside her to Godfery.

Godfery obediently drank a few sips.

When Alia asked him to rest, he just rested.

But he refused to close his eyes, just staring at Alia with imnse insecurity.

Alia’s heart gradually softened under his gaze.

She lay down beside Godfery, gently holding his uninjured hand, and whispered, "I won’t leave, sleep now."

Only then did Godfery close his eyes in peace.

Alia sighed.

For now, she couldn’t leave, but she also couldn’t stay indefinitely.

There were so many things she needed to do, those revenge plans had to be executed personally by her.

Moreover, the second round of the National Painting Exhibition was leading up to the finals in about a week.

The final was approaching quickly.

She had to go.