CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: YOU HAVE A FEVER

Godfery Shaw listened to the question and responded with another question: "Who does Amelia Wright hope I am?"

As if whoever she hoped he was, he could become.

Amelia Wright bit her lip and didn’t answer.

She might have never distinguished between the two.

Reflecting on some details, perhaps the benefactor she obsessed over in a past life was not one person but two.

Could it really be like this?

Seeing that Amelia didn’t answer, Godfery Shaw didn’t push her. He whispered affectionately in her ear, "I’m Julius Shaw, Amelia, sleep now."

Amelia’s body became more rigid, yet she allowed the man to hold her without resisting.

He was Julius Shaw.

The one who rushed into the fire to save her, the one she stabbed outside the cultural center, was Julius Shaw.

Then, when was it Godfery Shaw?

The man she had fully trusted in her past life had split into two, half Godfery Shaw, half Julius Shaw.

This made her unable to remain indifferent in front of them anymore.

According to Amelia’s consistent thinking, she should stay away from those who were good to her, fearing she might hurt them.

However, this was not a matter of whether she wanted to stay away.

This person had imprisoned her.

There were too many things Amelia couldn’t comprehend. She was held tightly, her mind filled with chaotic thoughts.

Thinking she wouldn’t be able to sleep from overthinking, she somehow drifted into sleep in a haze.

Amelia was locked in that room just like this.

The next day.

Godfery Shaw approached with a syringe again.

Amelia’s chaotic thoughts froze, knowing this was the drug that made her legs numb.

She shook her head frantically, silently saying, "No."

Godfery Shaw ignored it, insistently injecting the medicine into Amelia’s leg.

Amelia lowered her head in disappointment.

Amelia wasn’t aware that she had somewhat catalyzed Godfery’s current state.

The more severely Godfery was hurt, the more intense his obsessive brutality became.

Originally only stabbed in the chest with a hairpin, now, after grasping Amelia’s knife, his palm bore a penetrating wound.

Godfery Shaw, in his current uncontrolled state, didn’t attend to his injuries. The wound was infected from being soaked in water, and he was now running a high fever, unnoticed by Amelia.

In this dazed state, his mind held only one thought—keep her confined.

Unable to walk naturally meant she wouldn’t leave.

In this powerless sorrow, Amelia suddenly thought of Emily Allen. Not knowing how long she would be stuck in this room, she wondered if her disappearance would make Emily feel abandoned.

While thinking about this, she was suddenly embraced, and the man whispered softly in her ear, "Amelia, it doesn’t hurt."

No longer focusing on sadness, Amelia suddenly felt the abnormal heat emanating from the person holding her.

She looked at Godfery Shaw and asked, "Are you running a fever?"

Godfery Shaw didn’t answer, just clinging to Amelia, burying his head in her neck, "Amelia, don’t push me away."

Amelia frowned and repeated, "Julius, you have a fever!"

Godfery Shaw, with a heavy nasal tone, acknowledged with a hum.

Clearly just injected with the drug for her injured leg, Amelia still worriedly asked, "Where’s Basil Smith? Is he in the Imperial Garden? Have him see you; you need fever medicine."

Godfery Shaw didn’t move, even in illness, remaining extremely stubborn: "Amelia, do you want to send me away so you can escape?"

Amelia felt an urge to explode in frustration: "Escape? Do you think I can walk with this leg?"

Godfery held her tighter: "You’re mine."

Amelia felt like speaking to a wall, explanations seemed impossible.

She calmed her tone: "Can you see a doctor first? Even if not, at least take some fever medicine."

Godfery Shaw didn’t listen, staying leaned against Amelia, closing his eyes, "Amelia, I’m tired, stay with me for a while."

Amelia’s head ached; the one holding her had an unusual flush on his face, his breathing emitting scalding heat.

Amelia wanted to push him away, but he held on too tightly, she couldn’t budge.

With her leg powerless, and seeing the man clearly ill, she didn’t know what to do.

Clearly, she was the victim here.

If not for the truths she uncovered before, if she didn’t know the Julius in front of her was once good to her, she probably would’ve been ruthless, taking advantage of his illness to seize a chance to escape.

But now, Amelia felt more worried.

At such a high temperature, she feared this man might harm himself.

Unable to push him away or wake him up.

Amelia could only pull the blanket up, then began unbuttoning Godfery’s shirt to cool him down.

But the buttons were a bit tight; being hugged made her hands awkward, leading to frustration, and she couldn’t help but complain: "Why wear shirts and suits when you’re not going out."

In his feverish daze, Godfery Shaw seemed to hear her and muttered, "If Amelia doesn’t like it, I won’t wear it anymore."

Amelia: "..."

Telling him to see a doctor, he didn’t hear.

Yet a complaint in his fevered state, he heard.

Perhaps her mindset had changed, but Amelia just couldn’t bring herself to hate the man in front of her.

She even tried to understand his obsessive and sickly affection.

Finally unbuttoning his shirt, Amelia felt Godfery Shaw was like a furnace, exuding heat.

Because of her poor health, her hands and feet were cold year-round.

Not knowing what else to do, she instinctively placed her cold hands on Godfery Shaw’s forehead and face, hoping to cool him down.

Perhaps it was Amelia’s cold aura, but Godfery hugged her tighter, nudging his head against her neck, mumbling "Amelia."

Amelia felt he’d really worsen if his fever continued.

She called out towards the door, "Is anyone there? Is there anyone outside?"

Despite being imprisoned, she hadn’t tried calling for help before, but seeing Godfery Shaw’s current state, she was genuinely worried.

Normal body temperature should be below 37 degrees, but she felt the person beside her must be at least 40 degrees.

This high temperature could cause serious trouble.

"Is anyone there?"

"I need Basil Smith, Julius is sick!"

But after calling several times, it was silent outside, not a sound.

Most rooms in the Imperial Garden had good soundproofing.

The main point was, the second floor of the Imperial Garden, barely anyone would come up; they couldn’t even come up.

So at the moment, Amelia’s call for help went unheard.

No help came, but her shouts woke Godfery Shaw.

Although Godfery was in a daze, hearing Amelia’s cries, he forced himself to open his eyes.

"Amelia, what’s wrong?"

Noticing he was awake, Amelia was slightly relieved, "You don’t need a doctor, but there’s a medicine box in that cabinet with fever medicine; can you take some, please?"

"No." Godfery directly refused in his daze.

Amelia got a bit irritated, changing her request: "Then can you bring me some water? I’d like to wash my face."

Only then did Godfery lift his head from Amelia’s neck. Despite the high fever, hearing Amelia wanted to wash her face, he forced himself to stand up and went to the bathroom.

Amelia exhaled in relief; his mindset was just too stubborn.

He wouldn’t listen to advice about his own matters, but when it came to her needing water to wash her face, he complied.

Soon, Godfery Shaw returned with a basin of water, placing it on the bedside table, wringing a towel to wipe Amelia’s face, then completely exhausted, fell back onto the bed.

Amelia looked at the man in front of her, feeling deeply conflicted.