Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 355: Why Did She Stop Wanting Him?

Nancy Allen looked at Godfery Shaw with her big eyes filled with doubt, her eyes still rimd with red.

Godfery Shaw, breathing slightly hastily, said, "Alright, it’s okay now, just deal with it like this first, we’ll bandage it properly when we get back."

Nancy nodded, but said with so concern, "You got scratched by the cat and haven’t had a rabies shot yet."

Upon hearing this, even in such a sorry state Godfery Shaw wanted to laugh, wondering what Nancy was thinking. They’ve fallen into this situation, and she’s still worrying about vaccinations.

Godfery smiled and said, "It’s okay, the first thing families do when they have pets is to ensure the safety of the pets. Getting scratched and not getting a shot is fine."

Nancy shook her head, still fretting over the vaccine issue.

Godfery picked up a well-cooked fish beside him and asked, "Nancy, are you hungry? I roasted fish, do you want so?"

Nancy wasn’t hungry; when feeling uncomfortable, she generally didn’t want to eat anything. But since Godfery roasted the fish, she still nodded, "Yes, I want so."

While drifting on the water, the things Godfery said opened up Nancy’s heart.

It clearly conveyed to Nancy that she didn’t need to be good all the ti to be loved, and even if she did bad things to get revenge, there would still be soone who loved her unconditionally. This made Nancy less resistant to Godfery’s presence.

Godfery was unaware of Nancy’s inner change; he thought that in this scenario, it’s just the two of them, which is why Nancy would be near him.

He didn’t believe Nancy would love him, just as he didn’t believe she wouldn’t leave again.

But even if the closeness was temporary, Godfery was willing, as long as she could live well, he asked for nothing more.

Godfery tore off the fish skin along with the scales while it was hot, then cleaned out the entrails, leaving only the white fish at, picking out the bones to feed Nancy.

Nancy opened her mouth; the fish had a charcoal-grilled flavor, with no seasoning. It was sowhat fresh and fragrant, quite tasty.

Godfery handed Nancy a red fruit, "This can be eaten too, it’s quite sweet."

He’s been eating the fruit for a while without issue, aning it’s not poisonous and can be eaten by Nancy.

Nancy took the clean fruit and nibbled a small bite; it was indeed very sweet.

Perhaps it’s due to the strange-tasting herbal fish mint she had eaten earlier, but now Nancy found other food quite tasty.

After eating a small piece of fish and a red fruit, Nancy stopped, just sitting on the pile of dry grass.

She wore a fairly clean dress, and in the light of the fire, her skin was as white as snow, looking sowhat dreamlike, like a princess who had lost her shoes, unable to leave barefoot.

Godfery finished the remaining fish, tidied up the place, and then brought over so spring water, "It’s about ti to take your daily dication."

Watching Nancy frown as she took her dicine, Godfery felt an indescribable ache.

Obviously, she fears bitterness the most, yet she has to be accompanied by dicine every day.

Godfery, for so reason, suddenly thought of the dream Nancy spoke about, where she was severely ill with cancer.

No matter whether the dream was true or false, he would never let Nancy be severely ill!

After taking her dicine, Nancy sat in the pile of grass, looking at Godfery.

She wore her dress well, sat on the soft pile of grass, with Godfery’s shirt underneath, and even her hair, which had fallen loose as her hairpin dropped, was neatly arranged.

Whereas Godfery, without his shirt, had scratches on his handso face, sitting on a stone like a fallen noble.

In comparison, it seed rather pitiable.

Nancy quickly picked up the shirt she sat on and handed it to Godfery, "You should put your shirt on."

After she spoke, she looked at the crumpled shirt, which still carried her body temperature, blushing she instinctively wanted to take it back.

Godfery had already taken it from her.

He put the shirt that carried Nancy’s body warmth back on, buttoning it one by one, covering his solid chest, and alluring waist.

Nancy regretfully withdrew her gaze, only to et Godfery’s teasing eyes.

Godfery laughed and said, "Shall I take it off again for you to see."

Nancy quickly turned her face away, blushing, stubbornly insisting, "I wasn’t looking at you, I was looking at the scenery."

Godfery murmured, "How’s the scenery?"

Nancy glared, what kind of talk is that?

Godfery had sohow beco capable of teasing her without blushing or skipping a beat.

Faced with this side of Godfery, Nancy stamred, "You...you co over here, it’s warr."

It was comfortable and warm by her side; anyhow, Godfery had spread the dry grass so wide that there was room for two people to sit.

Godfery did not refuse and sat down next to Nancy.

The two sat side by side on the dry grass, watching the bright flas, gazing at the swaying grass on the island. Everything seed to calm down.

Godfery saw Nancy’s legs were reddened by the dry grass; indeed, she was so delicate that the world’s slightest touch might harm her, compelling him to be extraordinarily careful in protecting her, so he instinctively reached to lift her onto his lap.

Then he t Nancy’s big, watery eyes.

Godfery forgot Nancy was awake now.

When she was sick or asleep, he didn’t need to worry and could secretly get close.

But when Nancy was awake, he was unsure if she was willing to be near him, unsure if she would maintain distance like that patched-up bed.

Nancy’s eyes easily beca misty with a slight emotional stir, appearing pitifully vulnerable, but she did not reject him, looking away with a slightly red face, softly leaning into his arms.

Even though it wasn’t the first ti getting close, when she was weakened by dication side effects, Godfery carried her around, but it felt different now.

Nancy didn’t know what the feeling was.

Both of their experiences in love were so blank that they didn’t know how young people dated, how to interact.

They could only rely on the most instinctive physical closeness, seeking comforting heartbeats from each other’s warmth.

Nancy’s initiative in leaning against him made Godfery slightly stiffen.

Nancy didn’t speak, just leaned on Godfery.

Godfery’s long-tornted heart gradually cald down.

He suddenly felt that having such a mont was also good.

No matter whether Nancy was deceiving him or whether things would change after they returned, at least, here and now, it was just them.

So people’s happiness cos easily, while so struggle in adversity, desperately seeking solace that remains elusive.

Not knowing how long it passed, the sky gradually darkened.

Godfery felt the temperature in his arms rise; he knew when Nancy had fever, it wasn’t solved by a single run of antipyretics and often recurred over several days.

Now with dicine, Godfery wasn’t as anxious, but there needs to be a certain interval between doses.

Godfery laid the groggy Nancy flat, lying with her in the hay, letting her pillow his arm, coaxing softly, "It won’t be long before you feel better, I will bring you ho, Nancy."

Nancy mumbled in response, "Mm, ho, I will always be with you."

Godfery’s heart trembled slightly, asking with restraint, "With who? Whom you will be with forever?"

He wanted an answer, even at a ti when Nancy wasn’t fully lucid.

Nancy murmured, "With Godfery Shaw."

Godfery’s heart raced, his breath quickened, "What about the others?"

"Don’t... don’t want others."

Don’t want Marsh Smith, don’t want pain, don’t want hatred...

Godfery’s pupils constricted, not wanting others? Not wanting Julius Shaw?

In this situation, Godfery got the answer he desired.

Nancy chose him.

His gaze gradually turned fierce and malevolent, as Julius Shaw’s personality manifested.

With a gaze full of hostility, enveloped with heavy sorrow and confusion, her choice excluded him?

How could she not want him anymore?