CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 118: SHOULD I APPROACH AMELIA WRIGHT?

Marsh Smith thought of this and his mood turned gloomy.

He took a sip of his drink, sighed, and said, "Ava, don’t think too much, Amelia will never be with me."

He was blind to her presence when she chased him, and now it’s too late to turn back.

Ava Wright observed Marsh Smith’s mood and felt jealous, but her face was full of comfort: "Marsh, come, let’s have a drink, I toast to you."

Marsh Smith picked up the red wine and drank a large gulp in melancholy.

They continued like this, back and forth, until the wine glasses were gradually emptied.

Marsh Smith’s gaze started to wander, and feeling hot, he unbuttoned two buttons on his collar.

Ava Wright got up, walked to Marsh Smith, and said in an enticing tone, "If you’re hot, Marsh, you can take off your clothes, there’s no one else here anyway."

Marsh Smith didn’t respond, lost in his thoughts.

Ava Wright approached, placing her fingers on Marsh Smith’s buttons to help undo them.

Marsh Smith grabbed Ava Wright’s hand, instinctively wanting to push it away, but paused upon holding her hand.

"Amelia?" Marsh Smith looked at Ava Wright and mumbled, confused.

Ava Wright’s hand froze, then she smiled a sinister smile: "Yes, Marsh, it’s me."

Ava Wright never thought she would one day become Amelia’s stand-in; it was truly pathetic.

Marsh Smith’s pushing hand turned into a grasp; he had so much to say, but as soon as he started, the hand on his chest began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Wait..." Marsh Smith didn’t even know why he was shouting to wait.

He seemed to have forgotten that all he initially wanted was Amelia’s appearance.

Ava Wright didn’t give Marsh Smith a chance to speak; knowing the more he talked, the angrier she’d become, she simply lowered her head and kissed him.

A surge of uncontrollable impulse rose in Marsh Smith’s heart.

They tangled and pulled, gradually rolling onto the bed.

In his daze, Marsh Smith murmured, "Amelia, I’ll be good to you..."

Ava Wright really felt like killing Marsh Smith.

Ava Wright went mad here, fearing disturbances, she had turned off her phone, unaware that Bess Bennett was calling her.

Bess Bennett was dragging her suitcase with nowhere to go.

Having been driven out of both the Wright family and her own, Bess Bennett never imagined she’d be so downcast and, feeling aggrieved, called Ava for advice, only to find her phone was off and unreachable.

Bess Bennett could only drag her suitcase to a hotel.

A dignified lady of the Wright family, and she had to go stay in a hotel with no home to return to; the thought made Bess Bennett feel blocked up inside.

The night deepened.

In an old district.

Hailey Smith, who was anxious, finally awaited the moment of truth.

The Young Master had arrived.

Should we let the Young Master go in or not!

What puzzled Hailey Smith was that this time, the Young Master didn’t enter the house directly but instead stood still at the door as if lost in thought.

Hailey Smith asked quietly, "Young Master, aren’t you going in today?"

Godfery Shaw replied with a hum and continued standing outside.

Hailey Smith felt pleased; Young Madam didn’t allow anyone to get close, and now that the Young Master wasn’t going in, he wouldn’t be put in a difficult position.

Hailey Smith was about to happily rest next door, but seeing that the Young Master hadn’t rested either, he felt he shouldn’t leave.

So he simply sat on a small bench by the door.

Noticing the Young Master standing still for too long, Hailey Smith offered a small bench in a friendly manner and suggested, "Young Master, there’s a bench here. If you’re going to keep watch, you might as well sit down."

The difference between Hailey Smith and Basil Smith lay in these details.

If it were Basil Smith, he would try to persuade the Young Master to leave and rest well.

But Hailey Smith wouldn’t; he only aligned with his master’s thoughts and decisions. If you want to keep watch, then keep watch. It’s not like the Young Master hasn’t pulled all-nighters before. The best support he could offer was this small bench.

Godfery Shaw turned around, actually took the bench, and sat quietly with his back to Amelia’s door.

The bright moon hung high.

Hailey Smith started dozing off.

Godfery Shaw still sat quietly.

Amelia would rather disfigure herself to stay away from him, and reason told him that before he could protect her, he shouldn’t get any closer.

Godfery Shaw didn’t know how long had passed when he suddenly heard some noise in the room.

Amelia’s voice drifted out amid her nightmare, "I was wrong... I was really wrong, I won’t do it again, I’ll be good, please... please don’t leave me?"

The painful murmur sounded as if the whole world had abandoned her; endless fear, regret, and self-blame.

Godfery Shaw couldn’t sit still any longer, took the keys, opened the door, and quickly approached Amelia’s bed.

He saw Amelia, drenched in sweat, frowning tightly, struggling in her sleep.

Godfery Shaw hurriedly went over, gently caressing Amelia’s hair as he sat by the bed, saying softly, "Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, it’s okay."

He wiped the sweat from her forehead, kindly brushing aside the hair on Amelia’s face.

With that little one gone, Amelia’s situation seemed worse.

Under Godfery Shaw’s soothing presence, Amelia’s tightly knitted brows gradually relaxed, and her emotions settled.

Godfery Shaw watched this obvious change, clenching his lips; what should he do? Amelia refused to be near him but depended on his presence, should he or should he not approach?

He kept appearing quietly like this, and it couldn’t last long; one day, it would be discovered.

What Godfery Shaw didn’t know was that if he hadn’t shown up tonight, caught in a nightmare, Amelia would have only woken up struggling.

He also didn’t know that through these nights of watchful guarding, Amelia unknowingly grew more reliant on his presence.

In the middle of the night, Hailey Smith woke from a nap and found the small bench beside him empty, thinking the Young Master had left.

But in the next moment he saw the door open and the Young Master emerge from inside.

Hailey Smith froze, feeling he was no longer a qualified bodyguard; he had said he wouldn’t go in.

Under Hailey Smith’s resentful gaze, Godfery Shaw left.

After the Young Master left, Hailey Smith finally yawned and went off to rest himself.

Due to falling asleep too late that night, Hailey Smith woke up late the next day.

Upon waking, he opened the door and saw Oliver Wright, whom he beat up yesterday, again standing at the Young Madam’s door, while the Young Madam was about to leave, and the two stood facing each other from afar.

Hailey Smith raised an eyebrow. Was this guy daring enough to come back? Wasn’t yesterday’s beating enough?

Seeing Hailey Smith appear, Oliver Wright instinctively took a step back, then pretended to look firm as he said to Amelia, "Amelia, I didn’t bring any bodyguards today. If you still want someone to beat me up, I’ll take it as payback for all these years I owe you."

Amelia knew why Oliver Wright came, seeing his pretentious act, she felt utterly repulsed.

She coldly asked, "What are you here for?"

Oliver Wright noticed Amelia’s eyes had no ripple and knew today might not go smoothly.

He put on a face of kindness and warmth, saying, "Amelia, I came to take you home."

Amelia almost laughed out loud: "Mr. Wright, did you forget? I have cut off all ties with the Wright family. What home are you taking me back to?"

Hearing this, Oliver Wright couldn’t help but curse Bess Bennett a few times in his heart.

"I know you’ve had a rough time all these years. The substitute marriage devastated you completely, but it was Bess Bennett’s selfish scheme. I’ve already divorced her. From now on, she won’t set foot in the Wright family again. When you come back, no one will bully you."

After listening, Amelia walked towards Oliver Wright.

Oliver Wright’s face lit up with joy.