Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 3: He Must Not Be Injured

Editor: Henyee Translations

Alia Wright knew that her contradictory words were hard to believe, but she had to say them.

In that nightmarish life, she would not let herself make the sa mistake again.

Godfery Shaw indeed didn’t believe her. He looked at Alia, his voice cold enough to freeze, "You’re the one who kept saying you liked Marsh Smith, who was willing to hurt just to divorce. And now you say you can’t leave? Is lying to fun?"

"This ti I really didn’t lie to you," Alia hurried to say.

"Then stay well in the Imperial Garden. Naturally, you won’t lie to if you don’t go out."

Alia: "???"

This man still had the idea of locking her up!

She rembered that in her past life, because of this wedding night uproar, this terrifying man had locked her in the villa for a full three months!

That was also the beginning of her deep hatred for Godfery Shaw.

Alia just couldn’t understand Godfery. In the past life, although he helped her a lot, their five-year marriage had always been distant and cold, never getting close, indicating he didn’t like her.

But if Godfery Shaw didn’t like her, then why did he have such a strong possessive desire over her?

Alia couldn’t figure out Godfery’s thoughts, but she knew she couldn’t be locked up for months again if she wanted revenge.

This ti, she wouldn’t draw a clear line with Godfery Shaw.

On the contrary, she needed the position of the Young Mrs. Shaw.

Alia thought it would be great if she could be reborn a day earlier. Now that she had already offended Godfery Shaw, she could only find a way to redy the situation.

"Godfery, can you let go of first? I can prove I’m not lying."

Their positions were too ambiguous.

Perhaps without Marsh Smith in her heart this ti, watching this man half-dressed and pressing on her, though inappropriate, she inexplicably noticed his physique.

About 6’3" tall, broad shoulders, long legs, eight-pack abs faintly visible, a handso face that makes one feels sinful being so close.

Alia slightly turned her gaze away, truly a devil...

Perhaps wanting to see how she would prove it, the devil let her go...

Alia sat up and imdiately took off the gemstone necklace around her neck and handed it over.

"Godfery, this necklace was left to by my biological mother. The gemstone is very special, worth about a hundred million. This is my entire fortune, my most precious possession. I now entrust it to you. You don’t need to lock up, if I’m lying it will be yours."

Godfery’s deep gaze fell on the necklace in Alia’s hand.

Under such a burning gaze, Alia’s fingertips trembled, as if the necklace in her hand was hot to the touch.

This man, when silent, made it impossible to grasp his thoughts; his eyes were even more cryptic and profound.

Even after two lifetis, Alia found herself still frightened by this unfathomable man.

Alia tentatively said, "Or, give a three-month trial period? If I can’t satisfy you, you can do whatever you want then."

After speaking, Alia waited for Godfery’s answer.

The waiting process was arduous.

If Godfery refused and still wanted to lock her up, she could only confront Godfery head-on.

But Godfery had been kind to her, and she didn’t want to oppose him.

Just when Alia thought Godfery would refuse, the necklace in her hand was taken away, the man’s fingertips leaving a fleeting warmth in her palm.

Godfery leaned in, his tone imperious like an emperor’s, "Rember what you said today."

Alia nodded quickly.

At this mont, a drop of blood fell from Godfery’s chest.

Alia’s heart trembled, it was from the gemstone pendant she had just used to cut him, she guiltily said, "Godfery, call a doctor for your wound soon..."

Godfery impassively ordered over the intercom, "Have Basil Smith co over."

In a short while, a man with glasses knocked and ca in carrying a dical kit.

Seeing the blood on the bed, Basil Smith’s face suddenly changed: "Godfery, what happened, you can’t be injured!"

Godfery expressionless: "Don’t talk nonsense."

Basil could only fall silent, the wound about five centiters long, not long or deep, but severe enough that even a dull object could gouge such flesh.

With her head lowered, Alia said, "Sorry Dr. Smith, I accidentally hurt him."

Basil was taken aback, "Young Madam, you..."

Basil realized he overstepped and forcibly stopped the topic.

Alia, however, said with certainty, "I will never hurt him again in the future."

Godfery shot Alia an almost imperceptible glance.

Alia didn’t notice Godfery’s gaze and continued to ask Basil, "Why can’t he be injured?"

Even though they were married for five years in the past life, Alia knew nothing about the man before her.

Basil: "Master Shaw, he..."

"Shut up," Godfery suddenly interrupted, giving Basil a warning look, making Basil break into a cold sweat and not daring to answer Alia’s question.

Alia secretly looked at Godfery.

Indeed, it was the Godfery Shaw she knew best, so cold and ruthless.

It’s just, why won’t he tell her the reason he can’t be injured?