CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 132: SHE CAN NO LONGER TELL GODFERY SHAW FROM JULIUS SHAW

In that moment, Amelia Wright felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Her mind was a complete mess.

Perhaps the thoughts from her past life were too deeply rooted—having witnessed such a scene with her own eyes, Amelia still never imagined that Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw were the same person.

She was only shocked that the person in front of her was Julius Shaw.

So the person she stabbed at the Cultural Center earlier was also Julius Shaw?

But at that time, she clearly felt it was Godfery Shaw!

She was stunned by the fact that she actually...actually could not tell the difference between Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw.

She always believed she could distinguish them at a glance, yet it seemed she never really could.

Amelia recalled that when she first met Julius Shaw, he showed strong possessiveness towards her, even saying she was his.

Is it possible that it wasn’t their first meeting, and perhaps they had met before, only she mistook him for Godfery Shaw?

Amelia then thought of her past life, entangled with Godfery Shaw for five years. During those five years, Young Master Shaw never married, and she never met him. Is it possible that Young Master Shaw had appeared many times, only she mistook him for Godfery Shaw?

So who exactly was the person who treated her well for five years?

Godfery Shaw, or Julius Shaw?

The multitude of hypothetical possibilities made Amelia’s head ache as if it were about to split.

Her frail body and pale face hit by the shock, Amelia fainted just like that.

Seeing Amelia faint, Godfery Shaw frowned and lifted her out of the bathtub.

Unbeknownst to Amelia, Godfery Shaw personally changed her clothes and dried her hair.

Watching her sleep peacefully, he then tended to the wound on his palm, which had turned somewhat white from the water.

Amelia had a dream.

In the dream, she couldn’t tell the difference between Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw. In the dream, out of revenge, she killed the man who had treated her well for five years in her past life.

No, don’t!

Amelia struggled in the nightmare, waking up drenched in sweat.

When she awoke, she saw the man sitting by the chair in the room, reading.

She was no longer sure who the man in front of her was.

Yet in her eyes, there was no longer the intense hatred from before.

If he was the one who treated her well for five years in her past life, even if he ruined her leg, she wouldn’t seek revenge.

Godfery Shaw was unaware of the myriad thoughts running through Amelia’s mind in such a short time.

In his eyes, he was both Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw. It was fine for Amelia to consider him whoever she liked.

As Julius Shaw, he didn’t care, so he wouldn’t explain.

As Godfery Shaw, he endured and didn’t dare to explain.

As a result, he never emphasized who he was in front of Amelia.

Amelia stared intensely at Godfery Shaw.

If looks could kill, Amelia would have stared a hole through Godfery Shaw.

Godfery Shaw sensed her piercing gaze and said, "Amelia, you’re awake. Do you want to read too, or do you want me to read to you?"

Amelia’s voice was hoarse as she said, "I don’t want to."

After saying this, Amelia pulled the blanket over her head, curling herself completely under it.

If was the first time she didn’t know what to do since her rebirth.

She couldn’t resist. Without knowing who he really was, she didn’t dare to resist aggressively.

But what was she supposed to do?

She had many things to accomplish; she couldn’t be caged like a bird in this room.

Amelia clenched her fists tightly to calm herself.

Her phone was taken away; she couldn’t contact anyone outside. How was she going to leave?

She had promised Emily Allen to return today. Since she didn’t, Emily and Hailey Smith were likely looking for her.

If they couldn’t find her, they would ask Elijah Jefferson. They should then know she was taken by Godfery...

But considering that Hailey Smith had always been Godfery Shaw’s person, would she come looking?

Amelia wasn’t sure if Godfery Shaw knew about Julius Shaw’s actions.

With Godfery Shaw’s capabilities, one person hidden in the Imperial Garden wouldn’t have gone unnoticed, right?

Her current situation was too passive.

Amelia’s mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts.

She suddenly threw off the thin blanket, revealing her face flushed from the heat.

As if she wanted to say something, she grit her teeth in silence.

After a good while, Amelia finally clenched her teeth and said, "Hey, I need to go to the bathroom."

She didn’t call out to Godfery Shaw or Julius Shaw.

Godfery Shaw heard her voice and put down the book in his hand.

He saw Amelia’s flushed face; because of embarrassment and anger, her expressive eyes were filled with mist. It made Godfery Shaw’s heartbeat falter, for she appeared both dignified and fragile.

Godfery Shaw walked over to pick up Amelia, and this time, she didn’t struggle. Instead, she leaned closer to smell the scent on the person in front of her.

She had always felt that Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw’s scents were similar, but now it seemed there was no difference at all.

The difference she thought she perceived seemed to be that Imperial Garden used different laundry detergent or incense.

Could two people, even if they were brothers, be this similar?

Godfery Shaw looked at Amelia sniffing at him like a kitten searching for her owner’s scent, and his heart softened once more.

Godfery Shaw carried Amelia into the bathroom.

Amelia came to her senses and said, "You should go out first."

Perhaps Amelia’s recent demeanor pleased Godfery Shaw; he obediently walked to the bathroom door.

After using the bathroom, Amelia didn’t call for anyone. She sat quietly, waiting.

Only when the person at the door had waited too long and came in on his own did he carry Amelia back to the bed.

By then, a calmer Amelia noticed that her room wasn’t exactly as it had been before—there were a few more paintings on the wall.

Those were the paintings she put up for sale at Ink Manor, the ones she sold.

All the works she sold were here in this room.

She should have realized—a newcomer’s works wouldn’t be bought so quickly every time.

Turns out, he had been watching her all along.

But who exactly was he?

Who was the person who treated her well in her past life?

As she couldn’t leave for the moment, her only option was to find a way to uncover the truth.

Her small knife was taken away, along with all the sharp objects in the room.

After that, Amelia didn’t confront Godfery Shaw anymore.

She just quietly observed and was startled to find that the person in front of her exhibited some subtle details identical to those of the past life’s Godfery Shaw.

Was this obsessive, twisted man the one who treated her well for five years in her past life?

Amelia couldn’t be sure.

The two of them spent the entire day together; she didn’t retaliate, and Godfery Shaw didn’t speak either—simply enjoying the process of taking care of her.

That night, Godfery Shaw naturally lay down beside Amelia.

He, with a strong sense of control, reached out and pulled her into his embrace.

Amelia’s whole body tensed slightly; she felt herself pressing against his wound.

She reached out and took hold of Godfery Shaw’s hand.

Godfery Shaw was puzzled but didn’t withdraw his hand. The next moment, Amelia rolled up his sleeve and saw the scald scars above his wrist.

Once, Godfery Shaw had rushed into a fire at the Wright family’s estate to rescue her and was injured in the process.

Amelia’s voice trembled as she lost control, asking, "Who are you really?"