Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 433: If It Hurts, You Can Tell Me

At this moment, he was no longer his brother’s substitute, Nancy was talking to him.

Julius Shaw hurriedly undid the cufflinks on his shirt, pulling up the somewhat tight sleeves to let Basil Smith treat the wound.

Nancy frowned at the sight: "Don’t wear shirts next time. If you like casual clothes, then wear casual clothes."

Julius Shaw asked anxiously yet seriously, "Can I wear whatever style I like?"

Nancy nodded, "Yes, anything is fine."

Julius Shaw’s eyes were shining. He no longer needed to pretend to be his brother. He could be Julius Shaw, call himself by his own name, and wear the clothes he liked.

The cut on Julius Shaw’s wrist was very deep, and Basil Smith had already started stitching it.

His body was almost immune to anesthetics, so they had to disinfect and stitch it raw like this.

But Julius Shaw seemed to not feel the pain. Because of Nancy’s two sentences, there was even a kind of contented delight on his face.

This made Nancy feel increasingly sad.

This persona, deemed a devil by everyone, was satisfied with such a small benefit.

After Basil Smith finished stitching the scar on Julius Shaw’s wrist, Julius Shaw still sat quietly.

There were still many wounds on Julius Shaw’s body. In the previous loss of control, all he could do was not harm Nancy, almost a self-destructive kind of harm.

When Basil Smith wanted to touch other wounds, the hostility on Julius Shaw’s body surged uncontrollably.

Julius Shaw’s state wasn’t fully recovered. Though he was conscious, the overly spacious hall and too many people kept him in a tense defensive state.

Like a wolf cub, Julius Shaw was wary of everyone, except for Nancy, whom he regarded as the closest.

Nancy also noticed Julius Shaw’s state and said to Basil Smith, "Give me the medical kit, I’ll take him upstairs for treatment."

Basil Smith immediately packed the medical kit and handed it over. It was best not to stimulate the second young master in the current situation.

Nancy embraced the medical kit, looking at Julius Shaw, said, "I twisted my foot and can’t walk."

Julius Shaw’s face was full of apology and heartache, completely missing Nancy’s intention.

Nancy helplessly extended a hand towards Julius Shaw, "Help me, would you?"

Only then did Julius Shaw react, instinctively trying to hug Nancy.

Nancy shook her head to refuse, seriously calling out, "Julius Shaw."

This call to Julius Shaw was a reminder of his identity, not to act as Godfery could with Nancy’s familiarity.

Julius Shaw was somewhat at a loss.

Nancy placed one hand on Julius Shaw’s arm, and Julius Shaw snapped out of his confusion, quickly taking the medical kit from Nancy’s hand, supporting her with one hand and holding the kit with the other.

The people in the downstairs hall watched their backs, all inexplicably quiet.

Once they went upstairs and were out of sight, Emma Lewis suddenly said, "Is Nancy’s mental state already recovered?"

Hailey Smith was bewildered.

Basil Smith nodded, "Yes, I think she’s recovered. The young madam called him Julius Shaw."

Emma Lewis frowned, "Given Nancy’s temperament, if she was indeed recovered, it shouldn’t be so calm."

Basil Smith hesitated for a moment and said, "The young madam... maybe she knows more, I think she already knows about the elder young master’s dual personality."

Emma Lewis was shocked, "Does she know? Then why didn’t she react? What does she intend to do?"

Basil Smith shook his head, looking upstairs solemnly.

...

The second-floor room of Julius Shaw, which had been in chaos, was already cleaned up.

Julius Shaw supported Nancy to sit on the sofa.

Nancy said calmly, "Go change your clothes first, looser ones will make it easier to treat your wounds."

Julius Shaw quickly went to the dressing room and changed into a set of casual clothes.

Then obediently sat in front of Nancy.

He allowed Nancy to roll up his sleeves, lift his shirt, and open his collar.

Disinfectant applied to the wounds and bruises gave a cold and sharp pain, but Julius Shaw felt warmth in his face, Nancy was so close, he could smell her fragrance.

Nancy looked at Julius Shaw’s entire body covered in wounds, processing it all nervously, unable to help saying, "Don’t get hurt carelessly in the future."

The heat on Julius Shaw’s face faded, feeling the chilly pain, he asked hoarsely, "Is it because my brother needs this body, so I can’t damage it casually?"

Nancy’s hand shook, accidentally pressing on Julius Shaw’s wound.

Such a mistake should’ve hurt a lot, but Julius Shaw didn’t react at all. He just looked at Nancy, wanting to hear her answer.

Nancy raised her head, looking into Julius Shaw’s eyes, seriously saying, "It’s not just that, it’s because you are in this body now, and it hurts you."

Julius Shaw seemed bewildered.

After a long time, he asked, "Isn’t it normal that I feel pain?"

Nancy suddenly had a hard time continuing. She thought she might need to talk with Basil Smith, to understand Julius Shaw’s past.

At this moment, Nancy shook her head earnestly saying, "No one should have to bear pain as a matter of course."

"But I’m originally..."

"No buts... If you hurt in the future, you can tell me, I will protect you."

Julius Shaw lowered his head, not knowing what to think.

He was born of pain and malice, always the one facing malice and harm, yet now someone told him he didn’t have to bear pain, that they would protect him.

Julius Shaw didn’t know how to respond. He felt like a beggar who received a delicate candy, bewildered and unable to believe it.

He didn’t even dare to open it and try the taste of the candy.

Nancy felt a pang in her heart, whispering, "Lie down, there are some bruises on your back."

Julius Shaw obediently lay down.

Nancy took a deep breath, adjusting the emotions in her mind, pulled up Julius Shaw’s shirt, and looked at his back.

A back full of scars with two new bruises from collisions.

In this moment, Nancy realized clearly that there were two different personas in this body, each bearing different wounds.

What should be done?

Godfery, you teach me.

What should I do now...

Nancy finished treating all the wounds on Julius Shaw, who had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Perhaps he hadn’t slept well last night, or perhaps the current atmosphere gave Julius Shaw an inner peace, he just fell asleep like this.

The same face, and yet when Julius Shaw fell asleep there was a wild casualness, whereas Godfery slept rigidly without moving.

Nancy took a blanket to cover Julius Shaw, then sat beside quietly for a long time.

After a long while, Nancy left the room and found Basil Smith.

Basil Smith seemed to know that Nancy would seek him out, he hadn’t gone out all day.

The two of them entered the study, not even Hailey Smith and Emma Lewis could get in.

Nancy didn’t delay either, directly asking, "Tell me, how has Julius Shaw lived all these years?"

Basil Smith understood immediately upon hearing this, the young madam indeed knew everything.

He solemnly began, "The second young master’s persona only appeared when the elder young master got hurt. At that time, the elder young master was still young, and both Hailey Smith and I had just joined him. In such a cannibalistic place like the Shaw family, the elder young master couldn’t protect himself, facing unimaginable external malice, the initial second young master wasn’t as violent as he is now. He was more courageous than any of us, fearlessly confronting those malices. In every case thereafter, we let him face these, gradually, the elder young master became able to control everything, yet the second young master gradually lost control..." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Nancy listened quietly.

Listening to Julius Shaw’s life, which hadn’t been much.

Growing up amidst harm and malice, becoming the obsessive, pathological personality he is now.

Just then, a frantic shout suddenly came from outside: "Nancy!"

Nancy stood up, "Julius Shaw is awake, we’ll talk more another day."

Basil Smith also stood up, hurriedly asking, "Young Madam, what do you intend to do?"

Nancy’s hand was already on the door, without looking back she said, "I just want Godfery Shaw to come back."

"Does the second young master know this is your intention?"

"He... knows."