CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: GODFERY SHAW, LET’S GET A DIVORCE

Hailey Smith looked at Young Mrs. Shaw with a peculiar expression.

Not returning to see Young Master Shaw requires Young Master Shaw to come out and meet?

Lately, Young Master Shaw has been doing whatever Young Mrs. Shaw wants, yet she treats him with an emotionless attitude, as if looking at someone insane.

Young Mrs. Shaw is such a clever person, how could she never guess that Young Master Shaw and Julius Shaw are the same person?

I really wonder what will happen when one day Young Mrs. Shaw finds out Young Master Shaw and Julius Shaw are the same person...

Hailey Smith stammered, "Um... well... I’ll try my best."

"Okay, then take me to the café across from the First Hospital to wait for him."

"...?" He only said he’d try, not that he agreed!

Hailey Smith, helplessly, had no choice but to take Young Mrs. Shaw to the café, and then secretly called Young Master Shaw.

The problem is Young Master Shaw may not necessarily be able to go out now.

Peace is temporary; seeing familiar people from the Imperial Garden will make him lose control, let alone people outside.

The call connected, and after Hailey Smith explained the situation, he heard Young Master Shaw calmly say, "Clear out that café, I’ll come over."

"Alright, I’ll do it immediately."

Hailey Smith thought Young Master Shaw really spoiled Young Mrs. Shaw too much.

At this rate, Young Mrs. Shaw, not having a heart of steel, will soften one day, right?

...

The café was quickly cleared out.

Amelia Wright quietly waited in the café.

She wanted to see Godfery Shaw to confirm whether his injuries were healed; that’s all.

She didn’t wait long before she saw the tall man walking towards her, his silhouette slightly softened, like a layer of gentle light was cast upon him.

Godfery Shaw sat across from Amelia Wright, his tone steady, saying, "You wanted to see me?"

Amelia originally thought she simply wanted to see him, to check if his injuries were healed.

But the moment Godfery Shaw appeared, a multitude of emotions never felt before instantly surged in her mind.

She recalled the events of the past few days — him rescuing her from the fire, posing as Julius Shaw to accompany her to parties, rushing out at the racetrack to save her.

Does he like her?

But how could she, crawling out from blood and hatred, deserve his love?

If he keeps getting closer, those monsters named madness suppressed in her heart will one day crawl out and drag Godfery Shaw into hell too.

In the confinement room, the relentless hostility reminded Amelia.

Just as she couldn’t disturb her family.

She couldn’t get too close to Godfery Shaw either.

She is now just a blade without a sheath.

Someday, she will hurt Godfery Shaw.

Before she fully falls for him, still able to leave steadfastly, she should withdraw early.

Amelia quickly restrained her emotions, instantly becoming cold and distant: "Is your injury okay?"

Once Godfery Shaw left the Imperial Garden, he seemed like a completely different person.

In the Imperial Garden, he’d be gentle and doting towards Amelia, but outside, those chaotic emotions were harder to suppress.

His entire demeanor was no longer gentle, but turned dark and intimidating, his gaze fixed on Amelia as if she was his possession, assertive yet restrained.

His voice grew even deeper: "It’s fine."

The tone was so cold it was as if they were strangers, carrying an aloofness telling everyone to stay away.

But now Amelia knows that Godfery Shaw feels differently towards her.

But she cannot let this difference develop uncontrollably.

"Really okay? Let me see." Amelia suddenly stood up, naturally climbing onto Godfery Shaw’s lap.

She sat weakly in Godfery Shaw’s arms, reaching to caress his face.

Godfery Shaw’s eyes deepened, dark and unclear.

Amelia’s hand went down from Godfery Shaw’s face, pausing at his neck: "There’s a cut here, is it from the racetrack incident?"

Only then did Godfery Shaw understand Amelia’s intention.

He murmured affirmatively.

Amelia rolled up Godfery Shaw’s sleeve, pointing at his wrist and up: "Is this from the fire?"

Godfery Shaw again murmured affirmatively.

Her slender fingers rested on Godfery Shaw’s chest: "This was scratched by me with a gemstone."

She gently rubbed the scar, her fingertips moving down slowly, tempting like a spell.

Godfery Shaw’s breathing quickened slightly.

Amelia mused softly: "The wound on your abdomen was from glass shards at the racetrack, right?"

Godfery Shaw leaned back, with a handsome face that was both restrained and alluring, captivating.

Amelia suddenly looked into Godfery Shaw’s eyes, laughing coyly: "Oh! Godfery Shaw, you’re so good to me, could it be that you like me?"

Godfery Shaw’s face darkened slightly.

Amelia laughed with eyes slightly narrowed, her eye tail holding a merciless mockery: "Haha, even Young Master Shaw has fallen for someone. What are you thinking? I’m merely forced into this marriage, how could I like you? I promised not to divorce only because I need the identity of Young Mrs. Shaw."

The suppression of Godfery Shaw’s violent emotions grew even stronger in his eyes.

He suddenly leaned down, kissing Amelia Wright’s lips without any warning.

Amelia’s mocking gaze froze.

What’s he doing?

Amelia bit down slightly with force, and Godfery Shaw let her go.

Amelia wiped the blood off her lips, saying coldly: "Tch, I don’t feel anything from your kiss, Godfery Shaw, be a good Young Master Shaw, I don’t need your help, nor your rescue. Stay away from me in the future, okay? You annoy me!"

When Amelia said these words, her heart stuttered, feeling somewhat sour.

She hadn’t wanted it to be this way.

In her past life, she and Godfery Shaw tangled for five years, and there was no problem.

This lifetime, how did everything so easily change?

All she wanted was the identity of Young Mrs. Shaw.

If she couldn’t resist getting closer, if there’s a possibility to hurt Godfery Shaw.

Then this identity of Young Mrs. Shaw, she would give up.

Amelia withdrew from Godfery Shaw’s lap, coldly and without hesitation, as if very casually saying: "Godfery Shaw, let’s divorce, this is meaningless."

Godfery Shaw was at this moment in extreme suppression and restraint.

He had planned to tell her the truth once her eyesight recovered, and stop suppressing his feelings for her.

But reality hit him hard.

Amelia doesn’t truly like him.

This marriage, to her, was never protection, but a cage.

Indeed, she no longer likes Marsh Smith, but she never truly liked him either...

...

At this moment, the café was cleared out, with no one inside.

But no one expected that in the alley behind the café close to the First Hospital, through the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, Amelia Wright’s position could be clearly seen.

Ava Wright had brought Oliver Wright, who was sick with anger, to the hospital.

Just stepping out of the hospital, she stared wide-eyed at the people in the café not far away.

Her whole body stiffened.

That vile woman Amelia Wright, what is she doing!

She obviously married Julius Shaw, yet she’s sitting on Young Master Shaw’s lap.

She... she even reached out to touch Young Master Shaw.

They even kissed.

Shameful! Shameless! Slut!

Ava Wright was instantly overwhelmed by jealousy, secretly taking several pictures with her phone.

She wants everyone to know the true face of Amelia Wright!