CHAPTER 378: CHAPTER 378: SHE NO LONGER RESISTS

The first time Young Master Shaw met Nancy Allen, he wanted to break her legs and lock her away so no one else could see her.

This twisted possessiveness wouldn’t tolerate anyone coveting Nancy.

Realizing that the kidnapped doctor showed concern for Nancy in his words, those dangerous elements in Young Master Shaw’s eyes began to stir again.

Len Taylor shivered at the coldness in that voice.

He quickly waved his hands dismissively, saying, "No, no, it’s just the doctor’s advice for the patient. I hope you’ll consider my suggestion."

Only then did Young Master Shaw withdraw his dangerously rampant gaze, impatiently saying, "Get out."

Len Taylor turned and ran, his pace so hurried that he stumbled awkwardly.

The main reason was that he felt, if not for this lady needing him as a doctor, Young Master Shaw would’ve wanted to finish him off right then and there.

After running out of the room to a safe place, Len Taylor let out a long sigh of relief.

He no longer found the high consultation fee tempting. Now he only wanted to run away, fearing that when this lady’s repression finally erupted, Young Master Shaw would irrationally blame him.

But obviously, he couldn’t run!

For heaven’s sake, it’s life-threatening!

Young Master Shaw wasn’t the type to listen to advice.

In Young Master Shaw’s view, everything was progressing in a good direction.

Sophie Allen was too useful.

Thinking of those people at Ink Manor, and Nancy’s parents, they’d be just as useful.

What happened to others didn’t matter, as long as Nancy was okay.

After all, he didn’t really do anything to those people.

When Sophie fell off the horse, he caught her in time, only injuring her calf slightly.

Young Master Shaw thought he had already shown mercy for Nancy’s sake; he didn’t think he had done anything wrong.

He didn’t know that everything he did was like stabbing Nancy’s heart each time.

After Sophie injured her leg, Nancy became obedient.

No matter what Young Master Shaw asked her to do, she complied without resistance.

This made it much easier for Young Master Shaw to take care of Nancy, reducing his violent impulses.

That day, as Young Master Shaw was browsing through Godfery Shaw’s phone, his expression turned grim.

In the phone’s photo album, there was a picture of Nancy sleeping.

Following that was a photo of them leaning against each other, with Nancy smiling slightly.

Seeing these photos, Young Master Shaw felt jealous.

He suddenly suggested, "Let’s go to a studio to take some photos today."

Sophie, who was painting, looked up with a face still smeared with paint and her eyes shining as she responded, "Are we taking a family portrait?"

Young Master Shaw thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, a family portrait."

In truth, Young Master Shaw didn’t want anyone else involved in the photos with him and Nancy.

But the idea of a family portrait moved him.

After all, it’s a family portrait that not even Godfery has.

Nancy’s whole body stiffened, every cell in her body screamed rejection, yet when Young Master Shaw looked at her, she faintly responded, "Okay."

Young Master Shaw immediately arranged for the studio and took Nancy and Sophie out.

Emperor River Studio.

The largest studio in Riverwood City.

Because of a call from Young Master Shaw, Emperor River was completely cleared out, with all photographers, makeup artists, and receptionists waiting on hand.

Seeing that iconic Rolls-Royce appear, everyone got nervous.

The car stopped.

Young Master Shaw got out, gestured for reception to move aside, and personally opened the car door for Nancy.

Nancy got out expressionlessly, with Sophie following behind her.

Young Master Shaw reached out his hand towards Nancy; she didn’t move.

He then took Sophie’s hand first and extended his hand to Nancy again; Nancy could only lift her heavy hand and place it in Young Master Shaw’s palm.

The three of them entered the studio, led by the manager.

The manager bowed obsequiously, asking, "Young Master Shaw, what style would you like to shoot?"

Young Master Shaw didn’t object to being called Young Master Shaw, too lazy to explain to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Young Master Shaw simply looked at Nancy beside him and asked, "What style do you want, Nancy?"

The manager immediately realized the rumors were true; Young Master Shaw truly doted on his wife.

A few days ago, someone saw Young Master Shaw taking his wife to the library, to the sports field, shopping, and today he brought her to the studio.

The largest media outlets in Riverwood City didn’t dare to photograph Young Master Shaw recklessly, yet he came to a studio, which astonished everyone.

All of this was because of the lady standing beside him, and the manager gazed eagerly at Nancy.

Nancy replied coldly, "Whatever."

The manager’s smile stiffened a bit, wondering if this obviously perfunctory attitude would anger Young Master Shaw.

But Young Master Shaw wasn’t angry, as Nancy had been responding with such an attitude for some time now.

Just responding was already acceptable.

Young Master Shaw turned to Sophie and said, "You go and choose."

Sophie immediately nodded vigorously, lifting her little face.

The manager asked blankly, "The child? The child should choose?"

A child of four or five, what could they possibly choose? Wasn’t this ridiculous?

"Is there a problem?" Young Master Shaw was clearly a bit impatient.

The manager’s waist bent even lower as he quickly said, "No... no problem."

The manager was so nervous he dared not move, his forehead full of sweat, thinking that if Young Master Shaw said there was no problem, then there was no problem. Even if Young Master Shaw insisted on tearing up the studio’s clothing to let his wife hear the sound, there would be no problem.

Sophie walked over, tugged at the manager’s sleeve, and said, "Auntie, come on, let’s go choose."

The manager, who hadn’t dared to move, suddenly felt rescued and nodded quickly, leading the child away.

Now the rest area was left with only Young Master Shaw and Nancy.

Young Master Shaw didn’t like people around him, so he didn’t let reception come close.

He had the driver bring over some thermos cups from the car.

Opening a thermos cup, Young Master Shaw began to feed Nancy. "You said in the morning that you didn’t want to eat before the car ride because you might get nauseous. Now that we’re here, can you eat?"

Nancy obediently opened her mouth to eat. She seemed unable to refuse now.

After feeding Nancy an appropriate portion, he gave her water to drink and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

A little distance away, the people in the studio gathered, unable to get closer and just waiting to be summoned, they saw this scene.

"Oh my God, Young Master Shaw spoils his wife too much!"

"His wife is so lukewarm, yet Young Master Shaw isn’t angry."

"I dream of having such a domineering CEO as my husband!"

"Stop dreaming, even plastic surgery can’t give you that wife’s beauty."

"Quiet, discussing Young Master Shaw, are you courting death?"

The group quieted down, but their gazes sneaked enviously toward them.

Sophie, having selected the style, came back excitedly, "These clothes are so beautiful! Mama is beautiful, she’ll look great in any of them, but I thought Mama is unwell, so we can’t pick too many, and I chose just the two most beautiful ones."

Soon a team arrived, carrying the selected clothes and makeup boxes.

Young Master Shaw suddenly frowned.

The manager, good at reading the situation, immediately said, "Young Master Shaw, rest assured, these are all new clothes that no one has worn, and the cosmetics are all unopened. The makeup artist will also wear masks and gloves."

Young Master Shaw’s frown relaxed.

The manager inwardly let out a sigh of relief.

The first outfit was a Hanfu, a bit complex, requiring assistance.

The female stylist anxiously said, "Young Master Shaw, if you don’t mind, could you help madam with the ribbons?"

Just as Young Master Shaw was about to stand up,

Nancy casually said, "The stylist can help me."

With that, Nancy walked into the changing room.

Seeing Young Master Shaw’s unpleasant expression, the stylist dared not move.

After a moment of cold silence, Young Master Shaw got up and headed toward the changing room.

Inside the changing room, as Nancy was about to undress, Young Master Shaw entered.

Nancy stopped and whispered, "Leave, I can change myself."

Young Master Shaw said nothing, just watching Nancy like that.

Nancy wanted to step back, to distance herself.

But what flashed through her mind was Sophie’s frightened, pale face after injuring her leg.

All her intended words halted.

She turned her back, with her back to Godfery Shaw as she took off her clothes. Her heart was already numb with pain, yet why could she still feel shame?