Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 248: She Is Now Called Nancy Allen

But Sophie wasn’t sad.

Even when friends first et, it always starts with exchanging nas, so there’s nothing to be sad about. She didn’t know Mr. Shaw before.

Sophie said cheerfully, "My na is Sophie Allen."

"Sophie Allen?" Godfery Shaw murmured the na silently.

"Because my mom’s na is Nancy Allen, so I’m called Sophie Allen!" Sophie explained enthusiastically, "Grandpa says I’m my mom’s hope; if I grow up well, mom can be at peace."

For the past five years, Godfery Shaw never dared to find out anything about her.

Now, hearing Sophie ntion her, he couldn’t help but ask, "Is she called Nancy Allen now?"

Sophie nodded, "Mom was always nad Nancy Allen. Mrs. Lewis says mom actually didn’t like the na Alia Wright, and to completely sever ties with the past, mom went back to Nancy Allen."

Turns out she’s called Nancy Allen now.

Indeed, severed ties with the past.

Then what about him? Did he belong to her past too?

Was he also severed, just like when she resolutely abandoned him to face death?

Turns out even the na he’s been silently longing for all these years was one she disliked.

Godfery Shaw silently called out to her in his heart, Nancy Allen.

Godfery looked at the child before him, who looked almost identical to Nancy Allen when she was young. Is this her hope?

And him, he has been avoiding closeness from anyone, including this child.

In these years, did he make a mistake?

"Mr. Shaw, Mr. Shaw, what’s wrong? Eat your al, why are you zoning out?" Sophie waved her tiny hand in front of Godfery Shaw’s eyes.

"Alright, let’s eat." Godfery Shaw collected his thoughts and asked, "You said you weren’t well when you were little?"

"Hmm, Ms. Lewis says I was premature, born as small as a palm, stayed in the hospital for a long ti, and after discharge, I was frequently ill. Grandpa and Mrs. Lewis have worked hard to take care of over the years."

"Have you been doing well these years?"

"Very well indeed! Except for not having my parents by my side, everyone treats very well. Grandpa and Mrs. Lewis often tell about mom’s past, show mom’s portraits. I even know mom won first place in the National Art Exhibition back then. Oh, and I have a small dog nad Little Dinosaur. A few days ago, it seems to have overeaten, so Grandpa took it to the vet for observation. Today, I have to bring Little Dinosaur back."

Once Godfery Shaw asked the first question, subsequent questions beca less difficult.

Just like a person with social anxiety discovering that conversations aren’t so uncomfortable.

With Sophie being naturally cheerful and talkative, the big and small easily began chatting.

After a long pause, Godfery Shaw asked, "Did they...tell you about ...?"

Sophie glanced at Godfery Shaw, a bit embarrassed, and said, "They did ntion it. Two years ago, they told my dad is nad Godfery Shaw."

Just that one sentence, with no continuation.

Godfery Shaw fell silent.

Sophie reassured, "It’s okay, although they didn’t say much, I’ve researched online myself. I know a lot about you, truly!"

As if afraid Godfery Shaw wouldn’t believe her, Sophie nodded vigorously.

Godfery Shaw looked at Sophie with a complex expression.

Originally indifferent to everything, yet the more he conversed with Sophie, the more he felt he owed this child.

That morning, they chatted a bit and had two als together.

Sophie happily finished building her little castle and left with a small backpack.

Having visited several tis, many at the company ca to know.

Aware that Basil Smith has a niece about four or five years old, adorably cute.

However, only those on the top floor knew this child was more than just Basil Smith’s niece, she clearly had a close relationship with the young master.

The rain outside had stopped, the air seed cleansed, and the sweltering temperatures dropped a few degrees.

That day, Godfery Shaw decided to treat Sophie a bit better.

Even if he couldn’t keep Sophie by his side, he should at least give her enough money to live comfortably.

At this ti, in a small shop behind Cloudglow Tower, not far away.

Amidst a collection of fresh flowers.

Nancy Allen lazily sat on a chair, wearing gloves, trimming flower branches.

Occasionally looking towards Cloudglow Tower, feeling content.

According to Hailey Smith, Godfery Shaw kept those roses.

Nancy Allen knew why Godfery Shaw kept the roses, surely because of those cards; the words on those cards weren’t casually written. Let’s see how long it takes for Godfery Shaw to guess she’s back.

At this mont, several young girls looked around at the door of the flower shop.

"Why is there a flower shop here, never noticed before."

"Oh! Look at what’s written above, buy flowers, get jewelry."

"Why does this jewelry look more valuable than the flowers, did they write it backwards?"

"Boss, how much for a bouquet?"

Nancy Allen stood up from her chair, walked to the door, the cold wind made her wrap her scarf tighter, surprising a few young girls.

Though sumr slightly cooled, it’s still hot, and the boss was bundled like preparing for winter, can’t even see her, what a strange person.

Nancy Allen wrote on paper, fifty per bouquet.

One of the girls asked, "Can you make it cheaper?"

Nancy Allen shook her head, unable to speak and explain.

A bouquet has many flowers and cos with a choice of small jewelry, fifty isn’t pricey.

Nancy Allen runs the flower shop not for profit, but can’t make a loss either.

The girls hesitated, then bought two bouquets.

Nancy Allen returned to her chair to continue trimming the branches.

There were quite a few passersby, people occasionally asking, requiring Nancy Allen to get up intermittently. Despite not selling many flowers, her extrely weak body felt tired.

In her frail body full of scars, she’s taking many dications daily, never imagining she couldn’t even simply tend to the shop. Unsure if she should hire help, not wanting anyone to disturb her peace.

It was then that soone ca by outside.

Nancy Allen was already too exhausted to rise, considering getting help for the shop.

She didn’t get up, yet the person outside ran straight inside, ca to Nancy Allen, and said with appreciation, "Thank you so much this ti, really, thank you!"

Nancy Allen looked at him puzzled, writing on a notebook, "And you are?"

"Haha! You don’t rember ? I’m the landlord of this shop! We t a few days ago when you rented it, really don’t rember ?"

Nancy Allen paused, writing, "Sorry, I’m a bit face-blind."

Actually, it’s understandable why Nancy Allen didn’t recognize him; this landlord seed entirely different from a few days ago.

A few days ago he looked dejected with a distressed aura, the whole person seed irritable, with long hair appearing a bit unkempt.

Today he’s in clean and refreshing sports wear, with a haircut, looking eighteen or nineteen, like a sunny young handso guy.

"Nancy Allen, I’m Frank, I specially ca to thank you. Because of the large rent you paid , my mom finally had surgery, and it was successful."

Sophie Allen?

Nancy Allen remained silent, Frank sensed her confusion, explaining, "It’s Frank, my surna is Single, given na Frank."