Amelia Wright instinctively blurted out, "You... are Godfery Shaw?"
Upon hearing this, the man on the sofa instantly darkened his expression, "Do I look like my big brother?"
The man exuded an aura of danger.
In that instant, Amelia felt as if she were being stared down by a bloodthirsty beast, as if saying the wrong word would get her throat bitten off.
Everyone knew the Shaw family had two sons.
The elder, Godfery Shaw.
The younger, Julius Shaw.
But no one ever mentioned that the elder and younger Shaw looked exactly alike!
Being stared at by such a gaze, Amelia could only answer against her heart: "...Not really."
The alertness to danger made Amelia put down the plate in her hand, turn around, and try to leave.
However, her wrist was suddenly pulled hard by someone, causing Amelia to lose her balance and tumble backwards onto the sofa, feeling dizzy from the fall.
Julius Shaw was sitting on the sofa, leaning down, his slender fingers moving slowly from Amelia’s face, gradually descending to her slender neck, stroking it lightly as he said, "Did I give you permission to leave?"
Seeing the face identical to Godfery Shaw’s doing such a thing, Amelia felt a strange sense in her heart.
She scolded lightly: "Let go of me, what do you want to do?"
Julius Shaw said seriously: "Do you think it’s a good idea if I break your legs? If your legs are broken, you can’t run."
Amelia became completely stiff.
The whole person was bewildered.
At this moment, she was fully convinced that the person in front of her was indeed Julius Shaw, entirely different from Godfery Shaw.
Godfery Shaw was indifferent and aggressive, like the sole king on his throne.
While Julius Shaw was moody, like a small devil wagging its tail lightly with horns.
Who would casually say something like breaking someone’s legs?
Just because they’re in a wheelchair, does everyone else have to be lame too?
Is he a paranoid yandere?
Amelia stiffly tried to keep her tone calm as she said: "I won’t run, just let go of me first."
Julius Shaw, with eyes seemingly filled with stars, looked at Amelia seriously, and after a while, he lightly shook his head and concluded, "You’re lying to me."
His eyes were so clean, clean enough that the violence inside was crystal clear.
Amelia began to struggle.
But her body was already weak, her strength less than a child’s, and Julius Shaw suppressed her with just one hand; she couldn’t push him away.
At this moment, Amelia suddenly noticed that Julius Shaw’s other hand was actually shackled.
A pair of handcuffs fastened his other hand to the armrest of the sofa, like it was meant to prevent him from doing something he shouldn’t do.
Amelia was utterly shocked; what on earth was up with this young master of the Shaw family?
Is he so dangerous that even though he can’t walk, he has to be restrained?
If that’s the case, why did the butler want her to come to his room?
Did they intend to harm her?
Yet she had just married over in this life, she hadn’t offended the butler at all, there was no reason!
Amelia desperately tried to recall any information about this young master, but from her previous life, her memories about the Shaw family were scant, let alone this mysterious younger master.
Now that the door to the room was closed, Amelia felt like a lamb entering a tiger’s den.
It seemed that after her resistance, Julius Shaw’s aura grew increasingly agitated, like he was seriously contemplating where he should break her leg first.
Amelia tensed up all over, and in her fumbling, she grabbed the ceramic plate she had put down earlier, intending to smash it against Julius Shaw’s head, but hesitated for an instant.
The Shaw family wasn’t her enemy, and Godfery Shaw had even done her a favor.
If she harmed the elder and then the younger, it would truly be a case of repaying kindness with enmity.
But just in that moment of hesitation, Amelia belatedly realized her head felt dizzy; she shook her head, and the dizziness worsened.
Julius Shaw’s devil-like voice sounded: "Hmm? Forgot there’s calming incense burning in the room, how did you end up dizzy?"
Hearing these words, Amelia’s heart gave a start, her eyelids grew heavy, and she slowly closed her eyes.
She felt like she was done for!
She hesitated too long to act, and now fainted, falling into the hands of this erratic Young Master Shaw, who knows what might happen.
After Amelia fainted, Julius Shaw grasped her wrist tighter and tighter, as if there was an uncontrollable violence pressing inside him, he leaned down and fiercely kissed Amelia’s lips.
The faint taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth.
Reason and rage struggled against each other.
Julius Shaw suddenly seemed to wake up, he abruptly released Amelia, retreating to sit at the other corner of the sofa, the handcuffs pulled tightly as if he dared not get closer; only by clutching the nearby calming incense burner in his arms did he gradually calm down.
He dared not look at Amelia again, as if he feared he couldn’t restrain himself, would do something uncontrollable.
The tall man, just like that, pathetically held onto a calming incense burner.