My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Chapter 88

I was taken aback by his sudden question—I didn't expect him to wake up. With an awkward smile onmy face, I tried my best to explain myself. "I couldn't sleep after waking up. It seems like the skies areturning bright, so I think I'll go down to prepare breakfast," I uttered before rushing downstairs toprepare breakfast. While I was downstairs, I kept smacking my hand against my burning cheeks. I wascontemplating sleeping on the couch that night.

After lazing on the couch for nearly an hour, I got up and went to prepare breakfast. I wasn't too goodat cooking, so I simply prepared a pot of porridge and ate a bowl of it before zoning out on the couch.When Shawn finally showed up, he was dressed in his usual black suit. He didn't leave the houseduring the day—he simply sat on the couch and browsed through some books. During the noontime,he headed to the kitchen to prepare his own meal. The maid didn't come, so I stole some of his food. Inthe afternoon, he stayed in the study, and I only knocked on his door sometime in the evening. "Whatwould you like to eat tonight, Shawn?" He was in the midst of calligraphy-writing, and there were abunch of small words gathered on the white piece of paper. "What do you feel like eating tonight?" Helowered his calligraphy pen before questioning me in return.

I only knew how to make instant noodles and porridge. "I'm not hungry yet," I replied after giving itsome thought. I only said that because I wanted him to prepare our meal. It was drizzling outside, and Iwalked over to replace him writing quotes from one of Jean-Paul Sartre's classic books, Being andNothingness. His words were extremely neat—they looked similar to the ones that hung on his walls.Could he have been the one who wrote all of those? I wondered.

"Your calligraphy skills are amazing. Your strokes are stable and smooth. It seems like you're a masterat this." I didn't hold back with my compliments.

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you write?"

My father used to be extremely good at calligraphy writing, so he trained me in it when I was a lotyounger. However, I never had the talent—my work would always end up as a mess. My dad eventuallygave up on me. "I was trained in it as a child, but I was really bad. However, I can tell the differencebetween good and bad work, and I can tell that you're a master!" I uttered with an awkward laugh.

He didn't seem impressed by my compliments. Instead, he leaned back in his seat before giving meorders. "I want you to write." I wanted to reject him, but I was too afraid to do it when I met the coldgaze in his eyes. So, I obediently shuffled closer to his side before picking up the brush and holding itabove the white piece of paper.

"Why aren't you writing?" he asked in his deep voice. I bit my bottom lip as I wrote my name, 'Renee'. Itlooked like it was written by a child—it was a complete mess. However, Shawn didn't comment on mytrashy skills. Instead, he held onto the back of my hand before he guided me to rewrite the same word.I felt my heart tingling as I listened to his breathing beside my ear. The close proximity of our bodiesmade my blood boil with passion. I felt the urge to avoid him, but my body wouldn't move for somereason.

The 'Renee' he wrote looked ten times better than mine—it seemed to have a magical beauty that wassimilar to the magical aura that surrounded Shawn. "You're so impressive," I uttered as I found myselfstarstruck by his skills. He let go of my hand and pulled his icy palm away after hearing my words. Istared at him dumbfoundedly, and I found myself looking into his forbidding and ferocious eyes themoment I looked up.

"I'm not someone you can long for, Myra," he uttered in a threatening tone. He still referred to me asMyra. Is there a misunderstanding here? I was stunned for a moment. "I was just praising you for beingcool," I muttered while shaking my head. However, he no longer responded to my words after that—hesimply turned and left the study. I stood around and stared at the words he had written as I thought,Was he trying to warn me just now? He's telling me not to fall for him, right? But I've never thought ofgetting involved with him. I just thought that he's an impressive man.

All of a sudden, I seemed to understand the advice I had for May—even if I wasn't interested in Shawn,he was still a man who was abnormally outstanding and impressive. It was hard not to fall for him.When I came to this realization, I decided that it was about time to leave. I had to leave and return toBryxton. When I walked out of the study, I found him preparing a meal in the kitchen. It was a simplemeal that seemed rather bland.

I walked into the kitchen and got myself a bowl of noodles before adding some vegetables to it. Then, Isat on the couch and finished my meal before washing the bowl that I had used. Shawn hadn't finishedhis meal at this point, but I approached him to speak in a calm tone. "I think I'd like to return to Bryxtontomorrow, Shawn."

"Okay," he uttered without a hint of emotion in his voice.

"Thank you for saving me, and thank you for treating my cancer. My life is all yours now." The way Ispoke sounded rather insincere, so I continued speaking in a more earnest voice. "If you ever needme, I'll be sure to drop everything and come to you no matter where I am, who I'm with, or what I'mdoing." I gazed at him calmly while putting on a smile. "You might not need it, but this is everything thatI've got! You're the second person who has treated me so well in my whole life, Shawn. Thank you somuch." If Shawn ever needed it, I would sacrifice my life for him.

"Sure. Safe trip." That was all he said in response to my heartfelt speech. This man was no differentfrom a contract killer! I headed upstairs with a heavy heart. That night, Shawn didn't enter the room tosleep at all. Perhaps he was worried that I would take advantage of him.

The next morning, I woke up to replace him looking fresh and energetic as he sat on the couch andbrowsed through one of his books. I hadn't specified my time of departure, and he didn't ask meanything about it. It was almost as if I could come over and leave any time I wished to. It didn't seemlike I had to tell him anything.

After having a bowl of the porridge left behind from yesterday, I headed upstairs to put on somemakeup before leaving. I was especially careful with my makeup that day, and I put on some browneyeshadow before curling my hair and changing into a dress. When I went downstairs again, Shawnwas still in the same posture from before. "I'm heading back to Bryxton now," I told him as I walkedtoward the front door.

He gazed at me with a look of mild surprise before narrowing his eyes a little. "Safe trip." I noddedbefore I realized a clear bite mark beside his palm area. I figured that I must have been the one who bithim—I didn't expect to leave a mark on his pretty hands.

After leaving the Xenos' Villa, I hailed a cab to look for Merlin. He was shocked to replace me in Bryxton,and he immediately asked if I was the person in the video. "What video?" I asked curiously. Heimmediately handed his phone over to me.

It was a video of me standing under the rain in front of the church doors, begging for Nicholas to takeme home. I had carefully kneeled down in front of him when he responded in his cruel tone. "I'll have toget married and have kids someday, Renee. I can't waste the rest of my life away with you! You know

what's the issue—you can't even have kids!" he cried in the video. Surely I don't need anyone toremind me of that, I thought.

"Are you blind?" I asked Merlin as I handed the phone back to him. The video was in such highdefinition, and the woman in it was obviously me! The way he questioned me made me feel even worseabout myself! He let out a sigh before he continued speaking. "Where have you been? I couldn't callyou at all."

There had been tons of people who were trying to reach my phone throughout this period. However, Ihadn't responded to any of them, and I hadn't viewed any of my WhatsApp messages as I didn't want itto ruin my mood. Waylen felt that this was a good idea—he felt that it was good for my healing process.

"It's fine," I comforted Merlin. "I'm heading back to Bryxton now. Where's my Rolls Royce? I want mykeys back."

"Are you in a rush?" Merlin furrowed his brows.

"Should I wait around for your ex-girlfriend to beat me up first?" I asked with a giggle. He stared at mespeechlessly.

During my ride back to Bryxton, there was a jam on the highway, so I rested my hand on the steeringwheel while I thought about the video that I had seen earlier. I looked so pathetic when I was beggingfor Nicholas to bring me home in the video—it was almost as if I had thrown every ounce of my prideout the window that night. All I got in return were Nicholas's hurtful words—"You can't even have kids!"

Now, the entire nation knew about my infertility issue and how I had shamelessly crashed someoneelse's wedding! I felt like a thousand-pound rock was crushing against my chest whenever I thought

about these things. I knew that I couldn't run away from all of this, and I knew that I would have to faceit eventually. However, Shawn had never asked me about all of this at all. He never asked me aboutwhat happened, nor did he ask about my past. He didn't even blame me for concealing my identity fromhim—he still used the same cold voice to call me by my other name, Myra.

Shawn was like a sturdy statue that would remain fixed on its spot regardless of the storms andearthquakes that happened around it. It felt like his doors would always be open for me if I ever neededto go back! Shawn truly made me feel that way! This was rather confusing—it was understandable forothers to think that Shawn and I had a thing together. Even I felt rather confused!

However, his words always served as a reminder to me. "I'm not someone you can long for, Myra." Thisreminded me of how little I meant to him. I can't long for him; in other words, I have no right to long forhim. If that's the case, then why does he still keep his doors open for me? Is it just because I saved himthat one night? But I don't think I helped out that much. I couldn’t come to a conclusion, so I decidednot to think about it at all.

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There was a bad jam on the highway, so it was late by the time I got back to Bryxton. I didn't head toFelix's Villa—I went to the condominium instead. It was late by the time I got back, and I felt thelethargy spreading across my body as I lay down on the bed. After resting for a while, I got up to takemy medication. The doctor told me that I only had to take the medication for one more month before Iwas allowed to stop. After that, I would be a healthy and strong individual.

Once I was done taking the medication, I lay down on the bed and hesitated for a long while beforesending Shawn a text. 'I've arrived home safely, Shawn.'

'Okay,' he replied. His cold reply seemed rather warm to me. He replied—that has to count assomething, right? I wanted to lower my phone to sleep after that, but I eventually tapped on theWhatsApp logo when I realized that I was back in Bryxton. There were a bunch of updates, but therewas nothing from Nicholas.

All of the messages were people looking for me and asking where I was. 'I'm back in Bryxton. Don'tmiss me too much,' I typed before sending it out as a broadcast message. When I tapped into the appagain, I saw Christopher's message. 'How are you, young lady?'