Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 393: He Finally Left a Mark That Belongs to Him in H

Julius Shaw snapped back to reality and quickly let go of Nancy Allen.

He asked worriedly, "Nancy, what’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Don’t be afraid, I won’t force you."

Nancy shook her head. She wasn’t uncomfortable anywhere, she just felt sothing was off.

Nancy’s eyes seed a bit unfocused, as if her thoughts had wandered far away.

Julius Shaw noticed the look in Nancy’s eyes and spoke with slight anxiety, "Nancy, please never leave , okay?"

Nancy’s mind paused for a mont before she ca back to her senses and replied, "Okay."

After answering, she turned her head slightly to look at Julius Shaw and asked confusedly, "Godfery Shaw, are you feeling uneasy? What’s making you uneasy?"

Julius Shaw opened his mouth but never managed to speak, only gently shaking his head.

It wasn’t just unease; in this torturous interaction, he was even feeling fear.

He wanted to find sothing different from before to break this fear.

Julius Shaw took the initiative and suggested, "Nancy, let’s look for books. Just na any book, and I can find it for you within two minutes."

Nancy was intrigued, no longer imrsed in that strange feeling, her eyes sparkling as she asked, "Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, the first book ’Living.’

"Wow, you really found it. The second book ’One Hundred Years of Solitude.’

No matter which book Nancy ntioned, Julius Shaw could quickly find it from the library.

However, Julius Shaw realized that all the books Nancy ntioned carried a sense of powerless sadness.

Just like him at the mont.

But Nancy was imrsed in the ga, unyieldingly saying, "How exactly are you doing this? Does your family own this library, or did you secretly used to be the library manager?"

Looking at the excited and lively Nancy in front of him, Julius Shaw realized once again that his previous thod was wrong.

Nancy was a living person, not just the coveted candy from years ago.

He wanted to keep her by his side, forcibly disregarding her will, breaking her wings, and forcing her to live.

Watching her abandon Godfery Shaw out of distress, he was aware of her pain all along.

Yet, even knowing this, he selfishly wished to keep Nancy by his side.

Now, in the midst of Nancy’s serious illness, he was terrified; he stopped trying to seize, only wishing to humbly add a stroke amidst the mories belonging to Nancy and Godfery Shaw.

At least in this library, the one playing gas with Nancy was him.

After choosing quite a few books and reading for a while, they left the library.

Just like last ti, Nancy took Julius Shaw to the sports basketball court.

This ti, two teams of young university students were in a match.

The court generally did not allow spectators; those who wished to watch had to sneak peeks from outside the iron fence.

But because the land beneath them bore the Shaw na, Julius Shaw and Nancy sat on the steps of the spectator stands.

The court was full of sweat.

Every ti a ball was scored, Nancy clapped happily,

Her little face excitedly shouting, "Co on! So handso!"

Julius Shaw looked at Nancy beside him and said softly, "Nancy, you watch the ga first, I’ll step out for a mont."

Nancy, who was watching the ga, nodded absentmindedly, thinking Godfery Shaw was just going to the bathroom.

Julius Shaw glanced at Emma Lewis and Basil Smith not far away before leaving.

Emma Lewis was a bit baffled by the glance and asked Basil Smith, "Was Julius Shaw looking at us? Have we been discovered?"

Basil Smith shook his head.

Emma Lewis was just about to relax, thinking that previous look wasn’t aid at them.

Only to hear Basil Smith say, "It’s not that we’ve been found out; it’s that the second young master always knew we were following, and that look just now was to tell us to protect the Young Madam."

Emma Lewis: "..."

Knowing this earlier, we would’ve just openly followed instead of sneaking around.

Julius Shaw had indeed noticed long ago, having Emma Lewis and Basil Smith around ensured Nancy’s safety; otherwise, no matter what Julius Shaw wanted to do, he wouldn’t step away from Nancy’s side.

Julius Shaw went to the basketball court’s changing room, where he changed into a new jersey and sneakers.

He naturally disdained playing such gas with these young people; he only wanted Nancy to see.

The things her brother wouldn’t do, he could accompany her to do.

Just wanted Nancy to see if maybe she wouldn’t leave him...

Julius Shaw, after changing his clothes and fastening the mask on his face securely, walked out of the changing room.

Nancy imdiately spotted Julius Shaw.

The blue-and-white uniform perfectly highlighted his excellent physique. As he ran forward, the shirt clung slightly to his abdon, faintly revealing abs.

Standing at 1.9 ters, he stood out among these students, a golden half-mask covering his cheek, revealing those attractive eyes.

Outside the court’s iron fence, girls scread loudly.

The sound was so loud that Nancy, sitting in the stands, could hear it clearly.

"Wow, so handso!"

"Where’s this newcor from? Which class, so handso!"

"In this day and age, soone still wears a mask to act cool? You can’t even see his face, how do you know he’s handso?"

"Shut up, I just know!"

Nancy’s small mouth slightly opened, thinking indeed he looks very handso.

Why did he go onto the court?

Does he know how to play basketball?

Nancy had never seen Godfery Shaw dressed like this.

With the whistle, the second half began.

Nancy watched, eyes unblinking, unable to resist shouting along with the girls outside the iron fence, "So handso!"

On the court, Julius Shaw had a distinct smile on his lips, as if it didn’t belong to him.

He saluted with two fingers in the direction of Nancy in an exceptionally dramatic manner.

The people outside exclaid and, following Julius Shaw’s salute direction, noticed Nancy.

They realized soone was seated in the stands and started to wonder who had the power to sit in the seats for a non-public event.

But upon seeing Nancy, the screams instinctively stopped.

A princess in a snowy white sweater, exquisitely beautiful and delicate, sitting on the slightly elevated seating with legs slightly swinging, evoking protective instincts.

The girls suddenly beca even more excited.

"Oh my god, a sickly beauty! I’m in!"

"Beautiful sister, look at !"

Nancy heard the shouts and turned her head.

Those people seed to be calling her, and after thinking for a while, she waved to them.

Imdiately, the screams grew louder.

"Ah, she looked at , and she waved at !"

"Her side profile is perfect, and her full face even more so!"

The boys in the crowd watching were a bit dumbfounded; you would expect a bunch of guys to be the ones screaming for such a fairy-like sister, not a group of girls!

The ga began.

Everyone’s attention quickly returned to the ga.

Nancy was entranced.

Her eyes subconsciously following the person running on the court, watching him run, and jump.

That was a side of Godfery Shaw Nancy had never seen.

On the court, Julius Shaw jumped high for a dunk under Nancy’s gaze.

His tall and slender body stretched gracefully in the air, and as the jersey rose with the motion, it slightly revealed his abs. Nancy watched, covering her slightly flushed red face with her hand.

Until the second half of the ga ended.

Julius Shaw walked towards Nancy.

Nancy stared at him blankly.

It was as if during her school years, the most dazzling person on the field was walking towards her.

That exuberant boldness held a gentleness fatally alluring to Nancy.

At this mont, the figure before her seed to pierce into her childhood mories.

As if replacing the shaful mories in Nancy’s mind.

Her school years, timidly bullied, her constant pining for Marsh Smith’s false gentleness.

After her revenge, those past events were no longer important.

Now, what she longed for, secretly fell for, hoped to encounter, had shifted from Marsh Smith to the person in front of her.

Julius Shaw looked at the Nancy in front of him and suddenly smiled.

It seed he had finally left a mark in her heart,

A mark not related to her brother.