CHAPTER 360: CHAPTER 360: DON’T KEEP SECRETS FROM ME

Ian Bailey also turned around, the words in his mouth paused.

Whatever you’re afraid of always seems to find you. This young man didn’t want the girl to see him, and now look, here she is.

Nancy Allen walked out of the bathroom, approached Godfery Shaw from behind, and said softly, "Mr. Bailey, continue, the slower you are, the more it hurts."

Godfery Shaw said helplessly, "Nancy, your medical bath time isn’t up yet. Go back to the bathroom. By the time you’re done, I’ll be finished too."

Nancy insisted, "Continue."

Ian Bailey carried on, without any choice.

Without anesthesia, a large wound like this would need general anesthesia to numb the pain, but Godfery Shaw refused it, so he had to bear it and endure the cleaning of the wound.

The wound from the explosion was unbearable to look at, swollen and infected from being soaked in water. When coming ashore and pulling Nancy in, he’d leaned his back against a tree trunk, ripping off flesh along with his skin, which was why Godfery Shaw’s shirt fabric had been found on that tree trunk.

Mr. Bailey’s actions were swift, and Nancy stood beside him without saying a word.

She had already seen those wounds when helping Godfery Shaw wash up before, but watching the scalpel clean the infected flesh was still nerve-wracking.

Even until the end, Godfery Shaw remained upright, silent.

The gruesome wounds on his back were covered with gauze, becoming less frightening.

Only after Nancy insisted did Godfery Shaw take a rabies shot.

Then Nancy turned and walked out without a word.

Her body swayed, as if she might faint at any moment.

Godfery Shaw said, "Nancy, where are you going?"

Nancy did not stop, and replied softly, "I’m going back to my room to rest."

Godfery Shaw, not fully dressed in his robe, hurriedly stood up to grab Nancy’s hand, "No, you’ve only just woken up temporarily, your body is still in a dangerous state. You can’t leave my sight until you’ve recovered."

Nancy tried to push Godfery Shaw’s hand away, "Weren’t you trying to hide so I wouldn’t see?"

"That’s not what I meant. I just didn’t want to scare you."

"Scare me how? What do you think I’m afraid of?"

Nancy’s voice was gentle but a bit aggressive, causing Godfery Shaw to feel slightly at a loss.

Ian Bailey packed his medical kit on the side, chuckling at the drama. This young man, usually so cocky, was completely subdued by the girl, overpowered at every turn.

However, Nancy’s body didn’t match her mind’s attempt at calm.

Already weak on her feet, she went soft and collapsed toward Godfery Shaw.

Godfery Shaw’s robe hung around his waist, his upper body wrapped in gauze. As Nancy fell, he caught her, and she fell right into his arms, face pressed against his chest. Nancy felt as if she were initiating a hug.

Godfery Shaw caught Nancy, saying gently, "Nancy, don’t be angry. It’s my fault this time. I won’t hide anything from you anymore."

Nancy sighed; she wasn’t really angry, just felt a bit stifled inside.

Godfery Shaw was always like this, enduring all pain himself, protecting her tightly, hiding things so she wouldn’t know.

Nancy lay weakly in Godfery Shaw’s arms and said softly, "Don’t hide things from me. Being in the dark is often more worrying than knowing the truth."

Godfery Shaw felt a jolt inside. Should he not hide things?

Even regarding the split personality? Shouldn’t hide that too?

No, he couldn’t speak about this.

In the past, Godfery Shaw hadn’t mentioned it mainly because of the Shaw family’s vigilant eyes. Later, when the family was no more, during the five years Nancy was away, he didn’t care anymore, didn’t bother to explain that Young Master Shaw was actually himself.

Then, when Nancy came back, their personalities’ separation grew more severe. Nancy’s choice represented who among them stayed.

If Nancy knew that her choice could lead to the disappearance of a personality, she’d be heartbroken.

He couldn’t force Nancy to accept all of him, nor could he tell her and make her sad.

Godfery Shaw quickly concealed his thoughts, kissed Nancy’s forehead, and promised, "Alright, no more hiding."

Ian Bailey snorted inwardly, quickly grabbed his medical kit, and left. He was too old for this, having to come at midnight and watch these two smooch!

Godfery Shaw laid Nancy on the set-up large bed, then went to put on the robe draped on his waist.

Despite the gauze on his back, Godfery Shaw’s manner of dressing was haphazard.

Nancy couldn’t help but say, "Slow down a bit."

Godfery Shaw, listening, slowed his movements.

After putting on the robe, Godfery took a hairdryer to dry Nancy’s hair.

Nancy had soaked in the medical bath for a long time, and her hair carried a slight medicinal fragrance, a slightly bitter yet refreshing scent. Godfery found it comforting, at least it made him feel at ease.

He dried Nancy’s hair.

The two lay on the large bed, like a boundary between them.

With an injured back, Godfery Shaw could only lie on his stomach, unable to cover himself with the quilt.

Nancy hesitated to speak.

Godfery Shaw seemed to notice Nancy’s reluctance, somewhat playfully said, "Nancy, I’m fine, go to sleep."

At this moment, with a pale face due to injury, a fine scratch on his face, and freshly washed short soft hair slightly covering his sharp brows and eyes, Godfery resembled a deity brought down from the pedestal, with an inexplicable allure for Nancy.

Such words from Godfery wouldn’t let Nancy peacefully sleep.

She sighed, moved over with the quilt to Godfery, gently covered him with it, lay beside him, and softly said, "Sleep."

Godfery Shaw had a satisfied look on his face.

Nancy was right beside him, within arm’s reach.

Both an injured patient and a patient were lying on the same bed without barriers.

Godfery Shaw, indeed exhausted, smelled Nancy’s bath fragrance and fell contentedly asleep.

Nancy, having slept a lot due to grogginess, felt a bit more alert after the medicinal bath and found herself unable to sleep, just staring at Godfery Shaw. Indeed, his hair had grown out a bit longer, and eventually, Nancy couldn’t resist lightly touching his short hair.

It was indeed very soft, looking very well-behaved.

She didn’t play much, not wanting to disturb Godfery Shaw, tucked her little hobby away.

The effects of the medicinal bath clearing her mind didn’t last long, and Nancy’s body gradually felt heavy. She moved closer to Godfery Shaw, cozied up beside him, and closed her eyes.

Long hair gently intertwined with short hair.

It was a good night’s sleep.

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When Nancy woke up, she found herself in the bathtub.

She was soaking in the medicinal bath, with Godfery Shaw by her side.

She seemed to have slept long, her body heavy, feeling unsure of the time and day.

The brown medicinal water was opaque, concealing her body, but knowing she had no clothes on with Godfery standing by, newly awakened Nancy felt her face warming.

Godfery Shaw didn’t notice Nancy’s discomfort, and upon seeing her open her eyes, took a long breath of relief, asking tensely, "Nancy, you finally woke up. Are you okay? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Nancy saw Godfery’s tension and asked puzzled, "Did I sleep long?"

"Two days."

Godfery Shaw looked serious; Nancy’s sleep had been longer than anticipated.

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