CHAPTER 131: CHAPTER 131: WHO IS HE, REALLY?

Godfery’s eyes instantly darkened, "Amelia, what are you doing?"

Amelia replied harshly, "If you don’t want to lock up my corpse, then let me go."

Godfery squinted, his eyes flashing dangerously and bloodthirsty, "Does Amelia want to leave me that badly? Who do you want to find? Elijah?"

Amelia did not answer, just repeated, "Let me go."

As she spoke, the small knife pressed slightly harder into her heart, and a bit of fresh blood seeped through her white nightgown, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

Godfery did not stop his steps, placing the breakfast he brought on the side table, he walked towards Amelia step by step, whispering intimately as if to a lover, "Amelia, do you want to die with me? Fine, I agree."

Amelia always felt she was mad after her rebirth, but now she realized, it was the Godfery before her that was truly insane.

Her knife pierced a bit further, yet his steps still did not halt.

With a kind of obsessive, pathological determination.

Amelia was not afraid of death, but she couldn’t die, she had too many things to do.

In the moment of her hesitation.

Godfery had already approached, suddenly reaching out to grasp the blade.

Amelia was shocked, instinctively exerting force.

Godfery gripped tightly, his palm split deeply, blood instantly staining Amelia’s nightgown.

Yet Godfery seemed oblivious to the pain, gently saying, "Amelia is truly naughty, harming herself again."

Amelia weakly released her grip.

Godfery removed the knife, quickly bandaging his palm to stop the bleeding.

It wasn’t to prevent excessive bleeding, just because he didn’t want his dirty blood to stain Amelia further.

After wrapping the wound, Godfery carried Amelia to the bed, checking her chest wound and ensuring she hadn’t fallen.

Amelia pushed forcefully: "Let go of me, you madman."

No matter how much Amelia cursed, Godfery only released her after confirming she was unharmed.

Then he picked up the breakfast from the table and walked to the bedside.

With a hand bandaged in blood-soaked gauze, he scooped a spoonful of porridge to Amelia’s lips.

"Amelia, time for breakfast."

Amelia didn’t know how to react for a moment.

One second agreeing to die together crazily, the next calmly feeding breakfast.

This sickly behavior sent chills through Amelia’s heart.

Amelia didn’t open her mouth.

Godfery patiently waited, until the breakfast cooled, he had someone replace it with hot, then continued to feed.

As if Amelia wouldn’t eat, he’d keep feeding, until she did.

He had the utmost patience for his caged canary.

Amelia couldn’t fight this person to the end, nor could she die with him.

She had to live well to take revenge, she had a child within her.

After a long silence, Amelia finally opened her mouth.

"Amelia is so good." Godfery smiled gently.

The bandage on his palm was soaked in blood, blood slowly staining the sleeve of his white shirt, yet he didn’t care at all.

It was as if the condition of his hand mattered less than Amelia eating breakfast.

After Amelia ate breakfast, Godfery saw the bloodstains on her, frowning, "Dirty, better take a wash."

Speaking, he went to the bathroom, Amelia heard the sound of water running.

She quickly thought, what to do.

Godfery’s kind of obsessive disorder didn’t allow refusal.

But she couldn’t just wait for death.

Suddenly Amelia thought of something, her gaze gradually turning fierce.

Godfery filled the bathtub and came to carry Amelia to the bathroom.

Amelia didn’t resist.

Her obedience made Godfery glance at her in puzzlement.

The two entered the bathroom, the bathtub was already filled with water.

The warm vapor made the bathroom somewhat hazy.

Godfery placed Amelia on the stool beside the tub, reached to undo the buttons on her nightgown.

Amelia had no doubt that if she didn’t stop him, he’d undress her completely to help her bathe.

She coldly fixed her gaze on Godfery, saying, "You leave, I’ll bathe myself."

Godfery looked at Amelia’s legs, did not leave, two buttons were already undone.

Amelia reached out to block Godfery, sitting right beside the tub, she slid into the bathtub in her nightgown.

With a sideways glance, soaking wet, she mocked Godfery, "You’ve made me a cripple, I despise your care."

Godfery said nothing, his tightly knit brows seemed to be struggling with something.

Amelia lay down slowly in front of Godfery, her head sinking into the water.

She lay submerged like a doll in the water.

One submerged in water, one watching beside the bathtub.

Amelia hadn’t surfaced for a while.

Godfery reached in to pull Amelia up.

Suddenly, with a force from the water, Godfery unprepared, lost his footing and fell into the bathtub.

The bathtub was large, they didn’t feel cramped, spurting water everywhere with Amelia’s sudden tug.

Amelia quickly flipped over, leveraging the buoyancy, sat atop Godfery, and choked his neck, pushing him into the water.

Godfery, underwater, didn’t close his eyes, instead with a kind of exhilarating insanity.

His gaze seemed to say, Amelia, do you want to kill me? Then press harder!

Amelia felt the immobile legs, her eyes filled with increased hostility.

But when she saw that face identical to Godfery’s, suffocating submerged, her grip inadvertently weakened.

Against that face, she couldn’t be ruthless.

In the moment she relaxed her grip.

Godfery grabbed Amelia’s wrist, sharply sat up.

Amelia instinctively fell backward, grabbing onto Godfery’s collar, buttons scattered into the water.

In a flash, Godfery pulled Amelia back from tumbling.

Both soaked, it ended with Amelia sitting on Godfery’s lap, extremely close.

Godfery smiled with wickedness, murmuring near Amelia’s ear, "Amelia couldn’t bear to let me die?"

Amelia lost the chance, trying to act again, it was too late.

Knowing words would have no effect on this person, Amelia no longer wanted to speak.

Amelia even wanted to close her eyes, to not see that face, yet she didn’t close them, instead suddenly widened them.

She saw an injury on Godfery’s chest through his loosened shirt.

Amelia reached swiftly, tearing open Godfery’s shirt, seeing a very small wound.

A sharp but very fine thing stabbed it.

It was the injury Amelia inflicted on Godfery after exiting the cultural gallery at the grand painting exhibition.

Why was Godfery’s wound on Julius?

In that moment, Amelia felt she had overlooked many things, Godfery, Julius.

Her complexion turned pale as she looked at the man before her.

He...who really was he?