novelraw Chapter 447: The rumors are true! Li Shao and the rising Actress Miss Gu are in a relationship!
Chapter 447: The rumors are true! Li Shao and the rising Actress Miss Gu are in a relationship!
Richard Shaw’s legs were not completely devoid of sensation; one foot could still support him. Years ago, his calf had been struck by a bullet. Because he delayed treatment, his ability to walk gradually deteriorated. Seven years passed in the blink of an eye. The man had once thought he would spend his entire life confined to a wheelchair, watching Casimir Shaw grow up safely, get married, and have children—a bleak existence, yet one he could resign himself to.
But unexpectedly, fate offered him a chance to make amends.
Over the past week, Richard Shaw had been waking from dreams each day, jolted by the thought that perhaps none of this was real. Several times a night, he would rise from bed, walk to the adjacent room, and open the door to watch over the sleeping Leah. Only when he listened to her steady breaths in the darkness would he realize that this was no dream.
The man propped himself up, stood, and began to wash himself.
Emerging, he casually dried his hair, wrapped a towel around his waist, and sat down on the bed to pick up his phone.
Ignatius Leclair’s voice, tinged with mocking nasal tones, came through: "What’s this? Planning to settle down in the South Seas, huh, Major General?"
Richard Shaw’s amber-colored eyes glimmered with a hint of amusement as he responded calmly, "Is this your bored desperation leading you to call me for a chat?"
Ignatius Leclair, struck by his jab, retorted with an unapologetic cold laugh: "Speaking of desperation, I’ve been enduring it for a few months. Someone else, though, has been stuck for seven or eight years."
Kindred spirits in bad luck—why make things harder for each other?
The two men lapsed into silence. After a moment, both chuckled bitterly. Who were they to laugh at each other’s misfortune? At least Old Richard still had someone to see. Ignatius Leclair, however, felt a deep gloom as his car pulled up in front of the hotel, where he parked silently, staring at the towering skyscraper.
A valet noticed the car parked irregularly and approached to say something, but when the window rolled down and revealed the man’s handsome, stern profile, he immediately became nervous and returned to his post.
News of recent events had spread like wildfire—who in the South Seas didn’t know about them? Actress Miss Delphine Carter, accompanied by her father and lawyer, had checked into their hotel. Strict orders had been issued from above to keep everything under wraps. The valets struggled daily to suppress their curiosity. Now, seeing the famous Crown Prince of the South Seas arrive in the middle of the night and park outside the hotel, the valet couldn’t help but imagine countless dramatic scenarios.
So, even heirs to wealthy and powerful families fall in love like ordinary people. Who doesn’t have a moment of youthful infatuation, standing outside the window of the girl they love, gazing up with bated breath?
The rumors—it seems they’re all true! Young Master Leclair and newly minted Actress Miss Delphine Carter are romantically involved!
"Do you plan to keep hiding your identity from Leah?" Ignatius Leclair asked, staring up at the hotel and feeling his cold worsen.
Richard Shaw paused for a moment, then said quietly after a while, "Perhaps for a little longer."
Now that they’d finally reunited, Leah only saw him as a pitiful stranger confined to a wheelchair. Suddenly informing her that she was still his wife might only scare her away. Besides, the tangled mess of old secrets wasn’t something that could be explained in a short time.
"Old Ignatius, have you been dumped by Delphine?" The Major General leisurely threw out the remark.
Ignatius Leclair’s face instantly darkened as he sneered coldly, "Richard Shaw, do you believe me when I say I could make Leah unable to return home tomorrow, leaving you alone in an empty house?"
Richard Shaw smirked softly, just about to respond when he heard quick, heavy footsteps coming from downstairs. Without a word, he immediately ended the call.
Leah burst in, clutching a fish tank containing an unmoving green turtle. She called out frantically, "Old Richard, the turtle isn’t moving—do you think it’s overeaten?"
Leah rushed into the room, only to be stunned by the sight before her. Her peach-blossom eyes widened, staring in awe at the man’s sculpted abdominal muscles and the towel precariously wrapped around his most essential parts.