"Godfery Shaw." Nancy Allen finally made a sound after a long time.
Warm breath was by her ear, the man's lips close to her earlobe, whispering, "Nancy, don't just think about my brother, I'm Julius Shaw."
They were different personalities after all. Since Nancy only accepted one and distinguished between them, naturally, they would distinguish themselves apart.
Nancy's heart skipped a beat. Was it Julius Shaw?
Yes, ever since a long time ago, she realized she couldn't differentiate between Godfery Shaw and Julius Shaw.
The Godfery Shaw who had entangled with her for many years was partly Julius Shaw all along.
She didn't want her feelings to be unclear, nor could she let herself fall for two people at once, so she avoided it, forcibly ignoring those past events, convincing herself that the person she interacted with was all Godfery Shaw.
But many times, she couldn't deceive herself, like when she saw the scars left by the fire on Julius Shaw's body.
