Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 95: With Me Here, She Can Sleep Well

With the hairpin pressed against Godfery Shaw’s neck, Alia Wright’s entire body was leaning on him.

Godfery Shaw didn’t speak, as if he wanted ti to pause for just one more second, restraining the urge to pull her into his arms.

"It’s dark and the road is long, I’m just seeing you off, and also, we haven’t divorced yet."

Hearing this, Alia Wright felt a tightness in her chest.

Then what was that engagent that caused such a stir in all of Riverwood?

What could be said about Godfery Shaw dragging out the divorce?

Alia Wright was extrely angry: "Godfery Shaw, can’t we part on good terms?"

Godfery Shaw seed to feel nothing of the sharpness of the hairpin at his neck. He leaned in slightly towards Alia, his voice low and deep: "No, we can’t."

Alia Wright took a deep breath. Can’t we part on good terms?

No, we must be able to!

Between her and Godfery Shaw, there could only be kindness, not love.

In this lifeti, she must not be entangled with him again.

The complex emotions in Alia Wright’s eyes gradually cooled down.

Seeing that look, Godfery Shaw inexplicably felt a tightness in his heart.

Alia Wright felt that she was truly a cold person to the core, even her emotions seed controllable.

In that instant, calm overca her heart, and seeing Godfery Shaw again, the thoughts of Evelyn Dawson no longer stirred her heart.

Alia Wright stopped speaking, leaned on the car seat-back, and closed her eyes to rest.

Godfery Shaw gave a brief instruction to the driver: "Number 32, Old Town."

The car started.

Alia Wright kept her eyes closed.

Godfery Shaw remained silent.

The car was so silent that not a single sound could be heard. The driver felt a chill down his spine. He thought of Hailey Smith, thinking if Hailey were here, this dreadful task wouldn’t have landed on him.

With her eyes closed, Alia’s mind was tumbling with thoughts.

But the entire car was filled with Godfery Shaw’s scent, and most fatally, his scent seed to have a significant impact on her, allowing her to be free of nightmares during her sleep.

Her eyes already closed, Alia gradually grew sleepy, and her breathing beca steady.

She was too exhausted, not knowing how long it had been since she’d had a proper sleep.

This exhaustion was sothing Alia could not control.

After Alia began to breathe steadily, Godfery Shaw, who had been staring ahead, turned to look at her beside him.

His eyes no longer held the feigned indifference but rather an extre tenderness and love suppressed to the utmost degree.

He gently leaned Alia’s head against his shoulder and simply looked at her this way.

By the ti they arrived at Old Town, the car stopped, and Alia had not awakened.

The driver didn’t know if he should speak.

But after taking a peek through the rearview mirror, seeing the young master say nothing, he dared not speak either.

It remained silent.

On the run-down streets of Old Town, the black luxury car looked out of place yet oddly harmonious.

Alia remained asleep for two hours.

When she awoke, she found herself leaning on Godfery Shaw, sleeping soundly, and she frowned.

Before Alia could say anything harsh, Godfery Shaw spoke first: "We’ve arrived at Old Town."

Alia opened the car door and got out without daring to look back.

The entangled aura between them gradually dissipated in the night air, leaving Alia’s expression calm.

Back at ho, Hailey Smith had already brought Emily Allen back.

Upon seeing Alia, Emily, who had been dozing on the chair, imdiately stood up, her small body swaying a bit, and softly said, "Auntie, you’re back. Did you eat? I saved so food for you."

"Not yet, I’m hungry," Alia said gently.

Emily ran to the kitchen on her short legs to heat up the food.

Hailey Smith remarked wryly, "Master, this little one hasn’t said a word to since I picked her up, yet she can say so much when she sees you. Doesn’t that just burn you up!"

Looking at the small figure in the kitchen, Alia instantly thought of her brother whom she t yesterday.

She forced herself not to think about it. Emily’s autism couldn’t be delayed any longer; they must bring in a doctor for tily psychological counseling.

Alia turned to Hailey Smith and said, "Don’t let him wait for in the future. Such a small child shouldn’t stay up late."

Hailey scratched his head, looking helpless: "But Master, it has to co from you. This little fellow doesn’t listen to ."

Emily ca out carrying the food, and Alia said no more.

Hailey Smith instinctively stepped outside, waiting at the door, quietly calling the young master.

In the small room, lit by warm light.

After eating, Alia washed up and lay down with Emily.

"Emily, how’s school these past two days, anyone still bullying you?"

"Not anymore."

"Those who got a beating last ti haven’t bothered you lately, right? Need to give another beating?"

"No need..."

"Any problems with your studies lately, Emily?"

"Auntie, I’ve already studied up to the second grade."

Alia: "..."

In this conversation, Alia felt Emily was very normal, showing no issues, but rather seed much smarter than children her age.

Probably due to Alia’s own state of mind, she failed to realize that Emily was maturing too fast.

She pretended to be a normal parent, softly coaxing: "Emily, sleep soon. I’ll tell you a story, once upon a ti, there was a little king..."

And Emily, like a normal child, quietly listened and quietly fell asleep.

Night deepens.

Hailey Smith waited at the door, feeling sneaky. After a while, he subtly waved to soone in the distance, whispering: "Young Master, Young Madam has fallen asleep."

In the darkness, a man walked briskly towards the door.

His presence was truly at odds with the old town.

Hailey Smith felt a bit uneasy: "Young Master, you really want to go in? The Young Madam is easily startled, if she finds out, I feel... I feel Young Madam might attack you..."

Godfery Shaw gave Hailey Smith a cold glance.

Hailey imdiately shut up: "Alright then, I’ll rest in the next room."

After Hailey Smith left, Godfery Shaw opened the door and entered the room.

Alia had already fallen into a nightmare, with her brows tightly knit, beads of sweat on her forehead, struggling even in her sleep.

On the small bed, the large figure and the little one were each curled up, looking inexplicably pitiful.

Godfery Shaw walked over, took off his coat, and lightly lay down beside Alia.

Being so easily woken, Alia, with soone now beside her, did not wake up.

Godfery Shaw gently encircled Alia, his breath enveloping her, and a few minutes later, the furrows in Alia’s brow gradually eased.

As he expected, Alia truly depended on his presence to sleep soundly. Even without love, this discovery was enough to delight Godfery Shaw.

As Godfery Shaw gazed tenderly at Alia, his eyes t a pair of dark, wary eyes.

Emily was awake.

Waking up to see another man beside her aunt, holding her, Emily instinctively wanted to call out to wake Alia.

Godfery Shaw gently shook his head, speaking in a voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Emily, keep quiet. With here, she can sleep well."