My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Waylen didn't give me a proper explanation. "As a subordinate, I'm in no position to make guessesabout Mr. Xenos' intentions. Why don't you ask him directly, Miss Felix?" he uttered in a gentle tone. Istared at him speechlessly. I just wanted to know what they were doing there!

After Waylen left, I lay on the hospital bed as I fell deep into thought.

What Quinn uttered a few days ago felt like a stab to my heart. As I ran my hand across the skinaround my kidney area, I felt a dull ache in my heart. If the kidney inside me really belongs to Quinn,then I'd rather die than be alive now. Since I'm in a hospital, perhaps I can get the doctor to check onmy kidney.

After this was done, the doctor arrived with my report. "You had a kidney transplant surgery 12 yearsago, but your healing process went well, so you're no different from the regular person," he said. Uponhearing those words, I felt dazed for a moment as I recalled the pale and sickly look on Quinn's bloatedface. She only looks so ill now because I'm using her kidney! She had her kidney taken away withouther consent—she wasn't even of age during the time of the surgery! A sharp pain spread across mychest, and it felt like there were a million ants gnawing on my heart. Now, I have hopes for a healthybody, but she's one step closer to death…

"Would it still be possible for me to donate a kidney to someone?" I asked the doctor with a tremblingvoice. He shot me a puzzled glare. "How are you going to donate a kidney when you only have onekidney? It's not such a simple process, either. A kidney can only survive between ten to thirty years.This is just an estimate, so it'll still depend on how well your kidney is functioning. If you face moreissues with your kidney and wish to get a second transplantation, there may not be a suitable match,

and the success rate will be much lower."

The doctor's words felt like a slap in my face. My kidney can only survive for a maximum of 30 years…It has been 12 years since I did the surgery, but I'm only 23 now. My lifespan is going to be short if thedoctor's right.

Right then, I also understood what Quinn's words meant. She asked for my kidney when I only haveone kidney. That means that she was offering to treat my cancer before sending me off to my death.She might as well just kill me, right?! Isn't she torturing me more if she heals my cancer before endingmy life?! It seems like Quinn hates me more than I think.

When the doctor saw the grim look on my face, he softened his tone to comfort me. "I'm just giving youestimates here. Your kidney is working perfectly, so you should be able to survive up until your fifties orsixties," he uttered. However, I wasn't concerned about the amount of time I had in this world—it feltlike I still had an abundance of it at that point. My main concern was how I was going to face Quinn inthe future. I didn't know if I was supposed to return her kidney to her! I returned to my ward with a glumlook on my face, and I spent the next two months recuperating in the hospital.

Throughout that period, Waylen was the only person who came to visit me. By the time I was due to bedischarged, I knew that I would have to return to Bryxton to handle the mess that I had left behind.However, I didn't feel like going back at all. Waylen was a thoughtful and empathetic man—he broughtthis topic up before I even spoke about going back to Bryxton. "Miss Felix, would you prefer to go backto the Xenos' Villa for now? We can send you back to Bryxton after you're fully healed."

Waylen spoke as if I was a part of the Xenos Family—it sounded like I could go home and leavewhenever I wanted to. However, that was clearly Shawn's territory, not mine. I wanted to reject theoffer, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Staying in the Xenos' Villa sounded much better than heading

back to Bryxton. "Sure. I'll have to thank Shawn for all of this," I uttered in agreement. I hadn't gottenthe chance to thank him for pulling me out of the pit of fire that night.

Waylen helped to carry my bags back to the Xenos' Villa. The villa was located in a rather desertedarea, and I was in a rush the last two times I visited the place at night, so I never had the opportunity toobserve my surroundings. This time, while I looked out from the car window, I saw that there were rosebushes along the road leading into the villa. The roses were small and delicate, and there were purple,yellow, red, and white roses that lay in the bushes.

The rose bushes lined up on the side of the roads were clearly well taken care of, and they continuedall the way until the front door of the villa. I couldn't stop myself from asking Waylen about it. "Whoplanted all of these?"

He gazed at where I was looking before explaining with a smile, "Mr. Xenos insisted on planting these.These flowers can survive quite a long period of time, and it's easier to keep them neat. Do you likethese roses too, Miss Felix?" Waylen asked.

"They look really pretty," I commented on one of the pink roses.

"Yeah. It has a really good meaning to it as well," Waylen added. What's the message for roses again?I forgot, I thought as Waylen led me into the large hall. It was empty inside—even the maid who hadbeen around the last time was nowhere to be seen. Being the busybody that I was, I questionedWaylen about it.

"Mr. Xenos doesn't like noise, so he usually doesn't have anyone around to serve him. The maid thatyou saw was someone he had prepared just for you." Waylen froze for a moment before he looked at

his wristwatch. "She'll be here soon," he said.

"Okay!" I uttered. The assistant brought me up to the same room that I had used before. The white shirtthat I had worn was dangling from a hanger, and the sheets that I had slept on had been changed intofresh ones.

"This is Mr. Xenos' room, but you can stay here since he's rarely home," Waylen explained whilemoving my things into the room. Shawn's room… The large, white shirt belongs to him… I can't believeI walked around in front of him when I was wearing his shirt! How embarrassing!

I thanked the assistant for everything. "You don't have to be so polite with me, Miss Felix," Waylenuttered. Once I settled down, Waylen excused himself while I continued to roam around in the room. Ifound a white dressing table that stood out in comparison to the rest of the cool colors that filled theroom. When I checked the dressing table, there were all sorts of expensive makeup products, and thedrawer was filled with lipsticks with a variety of shades to choose from. Waylen's probably the one whoprepared all of this. At that thought, I hurried to check the closet, where I was greeted with all sorts ofdifferent outfits that took up nearly half of the whole cupboard.

Initially, I thought of using some makeup to cover the scars on my face, but I figured that there was nopoint wasting all that energy when I was in the Xenos' Villa. While I had always been particular aboutmy appearances, it seemed like I wasn't as harsh on myself after I got to Shawn's home. I picked asimple dress and put it on before spinning around in front of the mirror. Then, I realized that there werestill black suits and white shirts hanging in one corner of the closet. From what I remembered, Shawnonly ever wore black suits and white shirts, which made him look sterner than ever.

After changing into my outfit, I went downstairs in my bare feet to replace the maid who was working in thekitchen. "What are you preparing, young lady?" I asked in a whisper after approaching her. The maid

was shocked for a moment, but she quickly turned around to greet me. "Miss Felix!"

"I'm not scary, am I?" I laughed when I saw how shocked she seemed.

"I'm just a really jumpy person. You seem to be in a good mood, Miss Felix," the maid commented.

"Is that so?" I asked in return. I had no idea what I was happy about! Perhaps I was glad that my illnesshad healed, or perhaps it was because I could hide—like an ostrich sticking its head into the sand—since I didn't have to return to Bryxton. "Yeah, you seem to be in high spirits today," the maid said witha smile.

"It's probably because I've just recovered from my illness," I explained.

"What do you feel like eating at night?" the maid asked.

"Anything's fine. I'm not picky," I replied with a smile.

"Great. I'm going to prepare you a meal that has some healing properties," the maid uttered.

When I walked out of the villa, I could feel the sun's heat against my skin. It was scorching hot, so Ionly stayed outside for a while before heading back to my room to use my phone. I hadn't used myWhatsApp in the past two months, so there were more than 99 unread messages inside. I didn't knowwho texted me—I had decided that I wasn't going to care much about all these matters for the timebeing.

I glanced at the entertainment headlines for a while, but nothing seemed to interest me, so I went toShawn's study in search of some books to read. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted with all

sorts of calligraphy writings and paintings on the walls. There was a mixture of quotes and pictures onthe walls, and the calligraphy wordings were sharp and precise. I had been to his study in the past, butI was too nervous to take a good look at it. This time, I could take my time to scan through the wholeplace.

The word 'Xenos' was stamped onto all of the paintings, so I figured that one of the elderlies in thefamily must have been the one who created all of them. Most of the books in the study were old booksfrom the past century. I couldn't replace anything interesting, so I picked a poetry collection called'Memories' by Lang Leav to read in my room.

I only got to read for a while before the maid called me to go down for a meal. I lowered my book andwent down to see a scrumptious meal waiting for me. Even though I told the maid to eat with me, sherefused to do so, and she wouldn't agree no matter how much I tried to convince her! She waspractically close to tears at one point. "Please let me go, Miss Felix."

"What is it?" I raised an eyebrow.

"The Xenos Family's rules…" The maid froze for a moment upon mentioning the rules. "I came from theXenos' Residence, and the rules are extremely strict there. We are never allowed to offend those whoare above us," she explained.

Is it offensive for her to have a meal with me?! I'm not even from the Xenos Family, I thought. I recalledhow Waylen mentioned that the Xenos Family was rather special, but I still had no idea what he meantby that. All I knew was that they were extremely strict with their rules. I decided not to bother the maidafter that. She waited for me to finish my meal before she tidied the kitchen and left.

I was the only one left in the huge Xenos Villa. All of a sudden, I felt rather lonely. I tossed and turned in

bed for a long time, but I couldn't fall asleep, so I grabbed a vase and walked out of the villa. The rosebushes lining both sides of the road were gorgeous, and I squatted by the bushes to pick more than 30roses before placing them in the vase. I plucked a majority of white roses and a few green and pinkones to give the bouquet a pop of color.

After I was done, I hugged the vase in front of me and got up. I had just turned around when I wasshocked by the person standing behind me. The dim street lights showed his icy, dark figure loomingabove me, and I was reminded of how he had shown up and carried me in his arms two months ago. Icould still hear him calling me 'Myra' in his deep, husky voice. Although he still wore the same coldexpression on his face, I felt warmed by his presence. He was the one who took me away from all theembarrassment and shame that I felt, after all. "Thank you," I uttered with a smile.

Shawn was smart, so he knew what I was thanking him for. "How are you feeling?" he asked coldly.

"The doctor said I should be completely healed in a few months," I replied hastily. "Anyway, why aren'tyou asleep yet?" I edged closer to him with the vase in my hands. I took a glance at the sharp anddelicate features on his face before I pulled out a white rose and handed it to him. "I found these reallypretty, so I wanted to bring them back to the room."

Shawn gazed at the white rose for a long while without saying anything. He didn't take it from me in theend. It was just like how he didn't respond when Clair asked him about his relationship with me twomonths ago. Shawn was a man of few words—he was too lazy to explain himself to others and dothings he didn't want to do. He had always been easy going and unopinionated, but his silence madehim seem especially hostile and cold. It seemed as if he was fearless. Judging by Shawn's abilities, hehad every right to be fearless, anyway.

I pulled the rose back as I changed the topic. "Let's go in." Before he responded, I walked into the villa

and saw him following along behind me after that. "Have you eaten?" I asked after opening the doorand placing the vase on the table.

"Mhmm," he grunted.

I eyed him silently for a while before I simply excused myself and returned to the room. Only when I gotback to the room did I realize… If I'm sleeping here, where's he going to sleep?! I stood up in the roomand hesitated for a long while before opening the door. When I walked to the staircase, I found Shawnsleeping on the couch with his back slightly hunched. "Do you want to rest in the room upstairs?" Iwhispered to him.

He opened his eyes and gazed at me with dark pupils that threatened to turn me into ice. "It's nicer tosleep on the bed," I uttered sheepishly.

"There's only one bedroom in the villa," he uttered as his form of rejection.

"It's a huge bed. We can each sleep on one side," I offered before thinking through my words. Themoment I finished my sentence, I felt like slapping myself. However, I could no longer take my wordsback.

He froze for a moment. "Okay. You can go rest first," he said. My face was burning with shame at thispoint. I hurried back into the room, but I rolled around on the bed without being able to sleep. I wantedto change into a less revealing set of pajamas, but I didn't want Shawn to think that I had my guard upagainst him. I gazed at the size of the bed, and I felt a little better after realizing how huge it really was.

About 20 minutes later, Shawn entered the room. However, instead of heading directly to bed, hegrabbed his black bathrobe and went into the shower. After he came out, he silently slipped into the

spot beside me. He didn't utter a single word since he entered the room. He didn't seem flustered evenin the situation we were in, so I figured that I must've been the one overthinking everything. Eventually,I turned and fell asleep on my side.

While I was dreaming, I felt myself hugging a really hard object. I opened my eyes in a daze, only toreplace myself hugging the man beside me. I was shocked—I hastily let go of him before edging back tokeep my distance. Shawn, on the other hand, looked like he was fast asleep. His sleeping posturehadn't changed from the moment he got into bed.

I took a glance at the time on my phone to realize that it was nearly 6.00AM. When I gazed out of thewindow, I saw that it was drizzling a little outside. Then, I lowered my phone and glanced at Shawn fora while more. His side profile was facing me, and his sharp jaw looked as perfect as a painting.Someone like him was born to win in life! His looks, his background… and the way that people respectand fear him at the same time, set him out for success! I was heaving a sigh when I heard the man'sicy voice in my ear. "How long are you going to stare at me like that?"