Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 247: What’s Your Name

Cloudglow Tower.

Sophie Allen got out of the taxi and quickly ran towards the building in her little raincoat.

The rain was too heavy. She was soaked just from the short run from the roadside to the entrance, shaking off the excess water like a little puppy.

Thomas Carter, the security guard, noticed her and hurriedly called out, "Co inside quickly, it’s really raining hard today!"

Sophie entered the lobby, and Thomas handed her tissues to wipe the water off her little face.

The tissues might not have been the best quality; they left so bits on her face after getting wet, making Thomas a bit flustered, thinking his tissues weren’t up to par for this precious child.

He sheepishly put the tissues away.

However, Sophie sincerely said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Thomas thought this child was indeed very lovable!

This ti, there was no need to notify soone upstairs to co down and get her, as Sophie already knew the elevator’s passcode.

Under Thomas’s warm yet simple gaze, Sophie entered the CEO’s private elevator.

The few reception staff looked on with envy; Bob’s niece was indeed extraordinary.

She could freely head to the top floor; who knew if she had the opportunity to et the young master?

Even though Godfery Shaw was in Cloudglow Tower, the employees really found it quite difficult to see him.

He always drove to the underground parking lot and took the elevator directly to the top floor, rarely moving around the company premises.

The young master was already aloof and distant, and after taking over the Shaw family in the Capital City, he beca even colder and more solitary.

Yet, this seemingly indifferent young master, who always claid not to care, visibly relaxed upon seeing Sophie arrive safely.

Sophie pushed the door open and brightened up the room with a smile, calling out, "Uncle Shaw."

The previously somber office seed suddenly illuminated by the child’s smile.

Godfery Shaw remained unmoved, responding coldly, "No need to co when it rains next ti."

"How could that be, I promised to co on odd-numbered days—such little rain can’t stop ." Sophie spoke while taking off her little raincoat and putting it away in its pouch.

After that, she intended to chat with Uncle Shaw, but noticed he still seed very busy today.

If he was busy, so be it; Sophie was very considerate and didn’t want to disturb adults at work.

Today, she didn’t bring her drawing tools but a new Lego set.

The design showed a small castle, with pieces scattered all over.

This kind of complicated Lego set generally wasn’t for such young children, but Sophie loved it.

The table in the break area was big enough for her to neatly categorize various parts.

Then Sophie began following the instructions and started building.

Several tis, Godfery Shaw couldn’t help but glance over.

This child was really focused.

Drawing, Lego—once engrossed, she wouldn’t move, quieter than many adults.

Although another part of him hadn’t erged fully, Godfery Shaw felt like he was having a split personality, saying he didn’t care on the outside but unable to resist paying attention.

After half an hour of building, Sophie glanced toward Godfery Shaw.

At one look, she realized sothing was wrong: Godfery Shaw’s face was pale, and he was pressing on his stomach.

Sophie imdiately understood; Mrs. Lewis often had stomach pains, and when it flared up, she had that exact expression.

Worried, Sophie asked, "Uncle Shaw, is your stomach hurting?"

"Mm, it’s nothing."

Sophie quickly fetched a cup of hot water and looked eagerly at Godfery Shaw, "Drink so hot water, it might relieve it a bit."

Godfery Shaw’s eyes montarily softened as he reached out to take the water.

After taking a sip, he saw Sophie grabbing the raincoat pouch, ready to run outside.

He frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

Sophie answered, "I’m going to buy you so dicine. Don’t worry, I often go with Ms. Lewis to buy stomach dicine, I know which are needed."

Godfery Shaw coldly refused, "I don’t need it, there’s no need to go."

Sophie paused, turned back, looked disapprovingly at Godfery Shaw, and said, "If you’re sick, you have to take dicine. How could you not need it? You’re an adult; don’t be as willful as a child."

For the first ti, Godfery Shaw was told he was like a child and suddenly felt that the usual cold way of communicating had no effect on this kid.

He could only compromise slightly, "Let Basil go; it’s raining too hard outside."

Sophie thought for a mont and said, "Then I’ll go with Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith doesn’t know which ones to buy, Mrs. Lewis has tried so many types—our experience can tell which is the best."

Without waiting for Godfery Shaw to respond, Sophie had already dashed out of the office to find Basil Smith.

Godfery Shaw looked out the window.

The pouring rain beat against the window, occasionally accompanied by a thunderclap.

This weather was not suitable for going out.

Before long, Basil Smith returned with Sophie.

Sophie held two boxes of dicine in her hands.

Godfery Shaw noticed that Basil got half of his shoulder wet, but Sophie didn’t get wet at all.

Sophie fetched another cup of hot water and quickly took the dicine to him.

Basil Smith, seeing the young master still with his cold deanor, couldn’t help but speak up for Sophie, "Young Master, please take your dicine. This child is really thoughtful; even with the strong wind and rain outside, she isn’t afraid."

Basil knew the Young Madam had returned, and if the young master continued to be icy towards Sophie, who knew if the Young Madam would want to co back.

If the Young Madam didn’t return, the young master wouldn’t get better.

Godfery Shaw glanced at Basil.

Basil imdiately lowered his head, turned around, exited, and closed the door behind him.

After closing the door, Basil silently prayed, hoping Sophie could quickly win over the young master.

Sophie couldn’t understand the complexities of adult emotions.

She knew how many pills of the dicine to take and simply took so out of the box, placing them in Godfery Shaw’s palm, "Take them quickly, you won’t feel bad after a while. It’s not very bitter; when I was little and sickly, I used to eat dicine like it was food, it’s no big deal!"

Godfery Shaw’s eyes darkened slightly.

Looking at the pills in his palm, he spoke in a low voice, "Knowing I don’t love you, why do you still want to be good to ?"

"Grandpa said, if you’re able, you can help others when they’re in trouble." Sophie finished speaking and paused, asking, "Uncle Shaw, do you dislike ?"

Godfery Shaw gazed at the child’s earnest eyes and shook his head.

Sophie imdiately smiled, "It’s okay if you don’t love , as long as you don’t dislike ."

Godfery Shaw fell silent, wondering if that was really enough.

Sophie, being a generous and kind-hearted child, thought it was enough.

Godfery Shaw resud his work, and Sophie continued her Lego building.

Half an hour later, Sophie ca over again.

"Uncle Shaw, it’s been half an hour since you took the stomach dicine. You can eat sothing now—I bet you haven’t had breakfast this morning, have you?"

Godfery Shaw instinctively refused, "No need, I’ll eat in the afternoon."

"I didn’t eat enough for breakfast," Sophie disregarded his refusal, finding an excuse.

She quickly grabbed her bag and started taking out boxes of food one after another.

Six dishes and one soup, with rice packed in two big boxes.

With a grand deanor, Sophie said, "I brought plenty today, enough for both of us. Of course, you shouldn’t eat too much with a stomach ache. Whatever we don’t finish, we can have Mr. Smith heat it up for lunch."

Godfery Shaw: "..."

As the child ate with gusto, Godfery Shaw eventually didn’t continue to refuse.

Though the food wasn’t as good as what Joyce cooked, compared to eating alone in the empty halls of the Imperial Garden, having such a child for company actually gave him so appetite.

Suddenly, Godfery Shaw asked, "What’s your na?"

Such a question would normally make anyone feel sad.

Your own father doesn’t want you and doesn’t even know your na.