Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 222: The Final Three Days of Struggle

After this day, Alia Wright’s range of activities beca much freer.

But no matter where she went, Bella Shaw would always follow her.

Alia Wright simply acted as if Bella Shaw didn’t exist; she wasn’t in a hurry to leave now, instead, she aid to delay ti.

The baby was still underdeveloped; if born now, he would survive, but his health would undoubtedly be poor. The longer the delay, the more he could grow.

It would be best if she could hold off until full term, but Alia knew it was unlikely.

...

Bella Shaw watched Alia Wright sitting on the grass, keeping an eye on her surroundings to ensure no one approached.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead due to nervousness, while Alia Wright played with the grass sitting on the ground.

"Miss Wright, we’ve been out for a long ti, it’s ti to go back."

"Amos Shaw allowed to co out for a walk; if you have an issue, go tell Amos Shaw."

Alia Wright replied indifferently, continuing to sit and play with the grass.

Bella Shaw gritted her teeth and stayed silent.

She believed this woman was truly a nace, even with a big belly knowing she would die soon, she could still charm Young Master Shaw into agreeing to so of her unreasonable requests.

Although this grassy area had few people, it was close to the riding grounds where horses often passed by, making it easy to be noticed.

Alia Wright suddenly asked, "Do you know how to weave grass dragonflies?"

Bella Shaw initially didn’t want to respond but recalling this woman’s usual deanor, she replied, "No."

Alia Wright continued to sit on the ground, fiddling with the grass in her hands.

It was almost ti for horse herding; if they didn’t leave now, they might really be discovered.

Bella Shaw knew if they were indeed noticed and rumors leaked, Alia might remain unaffected as she was destined to die, but she herself would surely be punished.

"Miss Wright, we really should leave; if those at the ranch discover us, Young Master Shaw would certainly have to arrange ahead of schedule."

"Then do you know how to weave grass dragonflies?" Alia Wright asked again, without getting up.

Bella Shaw, suppressing her anger, said, "I do."

Bella Shaw realized there was no way to deal with this lady; she could only comply with Alia Wright for now and make a complaint to Young Master Shaw once back at the estate.

Bella Shaw began weaving grass dragonflies, a skill she indeed possessed.

In childhood, during her confinent for training with nothing to play with, she played with wild grass.

Soon, Bella Shaw crafted a simple grass dragonfly for Alia Wright.

Alia Wright at last seed satisfied and motioned to return.

Feeling heavy, Alia found it difficult to stand up. Though Bella Shaw reluctantly wanted to ignore her, she still helped Alia up cautiously.

Alia Wright held the grass dragonfly and followed Bella Shaw back; outside the estate, she casually discarded it like sothing she’d grown tired of, muttering, "It’s really ugly."

Bella Shaw took deep breaths, reminding herself not to be angry, not to waste anger on soone destined to die.

Alia Wright wasn’t rely venting anger; she was attempting to make contact with the outside world and revealed clues.

Because what she planned to do would be best accomplished with inside and outside assistance.

If contact was impossible, she could only find a way independently.

Returning to the estate, Bella Shaw saw Amos Shaw.

She imdiately complained, "Young Master Shaw, today Miss Wright insisted on going near the racetrack; many people there aren’t ours. If discovered, everything would be ruined."

Amos Shaw looked toward Alia Wright.

Alia Wright lowered her head, gazing at her shoes.

The embroidered shoes worn to the estate were soiled in the vineyard; now Alia wore small white sneakers.

Looking at her shoes, Alia Wright said, "Amos Shaw, my shoelace is untied."

Amos’s gaze instinctively moved from Alia’s face to her shoes and noticed the sneakers were indeed untied.

His first thought was if she tripped on the lace accidentally, causing an incident.

Concern gripped Amos; without much thought, he knelt and tied her shoelace.

Seeing this, Bella Shaw felt her face freeze.

Young Master Shaw was the future helm of the Shaw family; how could he stoop so low before a woman?

Yet Alia Wright appeared unflustered, allowing Amos to kneel before her.

Wearing a gray linen skirt similar to those worn by estate female workers, she managed to make it exude a celestial aura despite its plainness.

Many female workers in the estate saw the scene and quickly averted their eyes, fearing they might be punished for looking longer.

No one noticed at that mont the fragrance on Alia Wright intensified greatly.

The drugs on Alia were hard to use effectively once or twice, but since Amos and Alia had spent days together, he had been deeply influenced.

In Alia’s near-hypnotic charm, Amos increasingly felt Alia was frail and valued, deserving affection, not as a pawn for sacrifice.

Yet rationality told Amos the plan had to proceed, so he indulged Alia even more in minor matters.

After tying her shoelace, Amos gently said to Alia Wright, "Miss Wright, I’ve arranged everything for tomorrow; will that work for our plan?"

Alia Wright hesitated; now?

Her child needed more ti; it was too soon.

Alia Wright calmly said, "I’d like to wait three days; I haven’t eaten the food I asked the kitchen to prepare."

Alia spoke unperturbedly, as if uncaring of when she’d die, only regretting the uneaten food prepared before.

Amos hesitated slightly but nodded, "Okay, we’ll wait three days. Whatever you wish to eat, instruct the kitchen to make it; if unavailable here, I’ll have them buy it from outside."

Alia Wright smiled at Amos.

Amos suddenly felt comforted and believed his concession was aningful.

Bella Shaw and a young man exchanged a glance, understanding each other’s intentions.

Was Amos worthy of their loyalty?

At that mont, Bella Shaw, questioning Amos, found herself envying Alia Wright.

Even confined here, Alia was free.

She faced death gracefully, needing no submission to anyone.

While they lost freedom upon choosing their paths as children, prisoners in a cage regardless of being unguarded, with the world accessible.

Alia got herself three more days.

She knew it could be the final three days.

Amos’s mind was far more steadfast than Bess Bennett; Alia could only influence minor matters, unable to change Amos’s core decisions.

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anwhile, outside.

A woman in a nurse’s uniform appeared in a doctor’s office at a small hospital.

The woman had long slender legs, spinning a knife endlessly, her gaze seductive as she eyed the doctor before her.

The doctor was terrified, squatting on the ground clutching his head, quivering as he said, "I’ve told you everything I know. I glanced back and saw it was Imperial Garden; that pregnant woman was indeed there. In a place like Imperial Garden, I couldn’t be mistaken."