Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 456: Godfery Shaw Is So Good-Looking

Chapter 456: Chapter 456: Godfery Shaw Is So Good-Looking

Emily nodded in silence.

Edward Allen smiled wryly, "Son, don’t wear a long face. Not just Sophie, anyone can see through it. Come on, give us a smile." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Emily glanced at Edward Allen, relaxed her facial expression, and turned to go upstairs with Sophie to see Nancy Allen.

Edward Allen touched his nose, feeling as if his son was more sensible than himself.

With Emily and Sophie around, Nancy Allen’s mood improved noticeably.

Surrounded by everyone, Nancy was about to undergo her first chemotherapy session.

Between intravenous injections and oral medication, Godfery Shaw chose oral for her, as Nancy was afraid of injections and didn’t know how many she’d have to endure in the future.

As the oral medication went down, everyone watched Nancy anxiously.

Ian Bailey coughed twice, "Alright, everyone, let’s disperse. We’ve researched and minimized the side effects of the chemotherapy drugs as much as possible. Besides, even if there are side effects, they won’t show up immediately."

Everyone remembered Godfery Shaw’s advice, to stay calm, stay calm, and not affect Nancy, quickly gathering themselves from their tense emotions.

Nancy weakly smiled at everyone, indicating she was fine.

She was indeed reacting, not from chemotherapy side effects, but from stress response.

The psychological rejection of chemotherapy and subconscious refusal, in this familiar scene from her past life, plunged her into a hallucination of cancer deterioration.

She didn’t speak up, not wanting to worry everyone too much.

But Godfery Shaw noticed.

Without revealing it, Godfery took Nancy’s hand and said, "Come on, let’s go exercise together."

Nancy looked at Godfery incredulously and asked, "Me? Exercise?"

Godfery seriously responded, "That’s right. I’ve made a special exercise plan for you. You have to keep moving and exercise regularly to get better."

Nancy blinked her big eyes at Godfery.

She didn’t like to exercise; she just liked being a lazybones.

Godfery looked as tough as iron, "Playing the pity card won’t work, you must exercise."

Nancy then turned her gaze to her parents and teacher.

Mr. Allen and Mrs. Allen looked away; they couldn’t stop what was good for their daughter.

Robert Reed directly said, "Why are you looking at me? Want me to accompany you in exercising?"

Nancy hurriedly shook her head, "No, no need. I’ll just go with Godfery."

Being serious with the teacher, there would be no room for slacking off in exercise.

Nancy was half-dragged and half-carried by Godfery outside to exercise.

This caused the mental cage trapping Nancy to seem shattered, and she emerged from that painful hallucination.

Nancy quietly glanced at Godfery.

This time, whether it was cancer or stress, it was not as daunting as imagined, maybe because everyone was there.

In her past life, only Nancy was there, alienated from Godfery, causing her parents’ demise, ruining her brother, without a teacher or friends, she bore the pain of illness alone. The agony ingrained a fear deep within her bones.

But this time was different, everyone was there, accompanying her.

There was no need to be afraid.

What was called exercise was essentially just a walk.

After walking a short circle with Godfery, Nancy was already tired.

This body was so feeble, usually lying around without moving. Previously, no one had insisted on Nancy, now they had been walking for quite a while, and Godfery had no intention of stopping.

Nancy asked weakly, "Godfery, how much longer do we have to walk?"

"Only two thousand steps so far, we have to walk at least three thousand steps."

A normal person wouldn’t feel exhausted walking ten thousand steps a day, but Nancy wanted to sit down after two thousand.

She tugged at Godfery’s sleeve, sweetly suggesting, "Can we stop here for today? Tomorrow we can walk another thousand steps."

Godfery shook his head decisively, "No, let’s finish three thousand steps today, and tomorrow I’ll take you to pick out fireworks for the New Year."

I must say, after Godfery’s personality merged, he became steady yet interesting. His words even moved Nancy, who prided herself on being calm as still waters.

Yes, in just a few days, it would be New Year.

In Nancy’s memory, she had never celebrated a proper New Year.

Over the past twenty-odd years, her New Year was either spent at the Wright family’s or seeking revenge, otherwise in a coma. Now all her family was together, and she could personally choose fireworks. Suddenly, she began to look forward to the New Year.

"Alright, another thousand steps!" Nancy gritted her teeth and said.

Nancy completed those thousand steps with Godfery carrying her back.

Just walking made her so exhausted that her face turned pale.

Godfery felt heartache, inside wishing he could let Nancy be a happy little lazybones.

But for her health, he had no choice but to pull her into doing what she didn’t like—exercising.

Nancy lay on Godfery’s back, her little head resting on his shoulder, whispering in his ear, "Godfery, for New Year’s I want to buy lots of fireworks, enough to light up the entire sky."

Godfery gently adjusted Nancy upward as he carried her.

Nancy tilted her head slightly, only to see Godfery’s Adam’s apple move slightly, and heard him say, "Sure, we’ll buy a lot."

Nancy thought, with a person like Godfery so close, few women on earth could resist his charm, right?

If it were back in her younger days, she’d think she herself might die soon and wouldn’t want to get too close to Godfery, lest he be saddened by her passing.

But having gone through so much, she couldn’t distance herself from Godfery anymore.

Nancy found Godfery too handsome.

Like the reddest apple placed in front of her, how could one resist not taking a bite?

Moreover, she was already leaning against Godfery’s neck and lightly lifted her head to kiss his cheek.

Godfery maintained the same expression, but the ear closer to Nancy quickly turned red.

Nancy laughed silently, relieving some of the despair from cancer pressing on her heart.

The two entered the villa.

Sophie, like a cheerful little bird, led her dog named Little Dinosaur, circling around Godfery and Nancy, jokingly saying, "Mom’s so shameful, tired from exercising and still needs to be carried, but I’m grown-up and don’t need to be carried anymore."

Nancy’s face flushed, and she nudged Godfery, trying to get down.

Godfery’s calm and reassuring voice said, "I wanted to carry Nancy. It’s hard to find such chances to get close to her; I’ll also seize opportunities later to sneak closer to little Sophie. Sophie, you can’t dodge too."

Even in such small matters, Godfery naturally shielded Nancy.

Sophie listened, her face blushing, pretending to be demure and saying, "I won’t dodge."

Sophie ran off with Little Dinosaur, swaggering through the Imperial Garden, adding some vitality to the whole place.

The second day of chemotherapy.

Nancy seemed fine but appeared listless since early morning.

She was having breakfast, half-leaning on the table tiredly, eyes half-closed like a sleepy cat under the sun, struggling to open her eyes, slightly tilting her head to ask Godfery, "Didn’t we say we’re buying fireworks today? When are we going?"