My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 144

"What happened today was all planned by Kevin. He wanted to know who you would choose between Nicholas and

me, so he placed you where humanity was at its weakest… That will be your past. The feeling Christopher and

Nicholas had brought to you was genuine and is a part of your life. It can be said to be your youth, and I won't force

you to forget it neither should you forget. You can keep all those beautiful or sad memories, and when you finally

decide to let the past go, you can come to talk to me. Don't worry because I won't laugh at you about how stupid

you were to love someone. Those memories make up your past and are all worth my respect."

His words stunned me for a moment, and I reflexively raised my head to meet Shawn's eyes. He had lowered his

gaze and was now looking at me. There was a sense of warmth in his usually calm, cold eyes, which immediately

caused my heart to feel the same way too.

That was a feeling no one had ever given me. Shawn has always respected every aspect that made me 'me' , and

he never misunderstood or quarreled with me. Also, he would always think about the problems from my point of

view. Such a perfect man naturally deserved other people's respect, and his perfection made me less compatible

with him as I didn't deserve to have such a perfect man.

The once-powerful company president, Renee Felix, who had married into the Forger family, finally felt what it was

like to be self-abased. It was a completely different feeling from when I was with Nicholas. My self-abasement was

like seawater, and it almost drowned me. But then, I stared at Shawn while feeling short of breath.

At that moment, the elevator stopped whereby he carried me out of the elevator. As we walked along the corridor,

he softened his voice and said, "You don't have to care about what Kevin said. The matter today ends here. I

understand why you did what you did, but don't do it again. Even if you disobey my instructions, you need to tell me

why. Don't keep everything to yourself and stay quiet."

I reached out to secretly wipe my tears. It was rare for Shawn to speak so much, and he continued to murmur, "We

only have one short lifetime, and the life I want to spend with you is even shorter. At least you've never appeared in

the first thirty years of my life. However, Ray, you need to remember that misunderstandings, sufferings, and

cover-ups are all negative emotions that would gradually push us further apart."

Then, he made a solemn promise. "In the future, no matter if my emotions are good or bad, I won't push you away.

It's just that… there are many uncontrollable things in the world, but they won't stop me. I have the ability and

power to solve those problems with only one uncontrollable aspect that I can't drive away, and that is… your

feelings toward me."

Every word he said touched my heart.

He was like a well-informed man in romantic relationships but had also gone through many hardships, which filled

my heart with shock and bewilderment. My bewilderment was from all the surprises this man in front of me had

shown.

My eyes were slightly red as I stared at him. But then, I noticed that the collar of his shirt was opened slightly to

reveal his collarbones whereupon his eyes suddenly became charming and intoxicating.

With tightly pursed lips, I saw that Shawn had gestured with his eyes for me to open the door. I sniffled and

solemnly admitted my mistake. "What happened tonight was my fault. Although I don't have any relationship with

them anymore, they taught me to grow up and can be considered my friends. Also, it was a matter of life and

death… I never thought of hiding it from you, but I feared you would feel uncomfortable. In fact, I've handled this

matter using the wrong method, and I should have been frank by telling you everything from the start."

Then, I recalled what Nicholas did to me in the garage, so I knew that Shawn had discovered it and was clear about

what had happened. I reached out to grab his cold palm and said softly, "Nicholas is mentally unstable, and his

condition is quite serious. He… I'm sorry, but I let him get away with it. Shawn, I promise I will bring bodyguards

when I head out."

"It's okay. I know you were forced to endure it. It's his fault, not yours. The person I should be blaming is him, not

you, so you don't have to blame yourself."

Shawn had a profound sense of justice and was also insightful. Touched, I grabbed his hand with mine and called,

"Sunny."

However, he lowered his gaze and calmly instructed, "Open the door."

Yet, I didn't listen to him. Instead, I stood on my tip toes and kissed his chin. Then, he pulled me closer by my waist

into his arms. As he looked at me with alluring eyes, he attracted and seduced me with his throaty hum.

That sound was like a breeze, and it made my whole body feel numb. Finally, my legs gave out, and I fell into his

embrace. As he held me tightly against his chest, I could see the protruding Adam's apple on his throat and the

sexy collarbones beneath his Adam's apple.

Although I had known that Shawn was a masterpiece a long while ago, I always thought that even if I couldn't

become his wife, I would still gain a lot by sleeping with him. Moreover, we had feelings for each other.

I happily kissed his sharp jawline again, which caused him to raise his eyebrow and ask, "Aren't you going home?"

Not wanting to let go, I hugged him tightly and said, "Password is 9977."

So, he freed one hand to enter the passcode and brought me back to my room. Just when I thought something

would happen, he grabbed the shirt he left here last time and went into the bathroom.

While I felt a little disappointed, it just so happened that Emma sent me a message. 'I just arrived home. James said

it was you who saved me. Thank you, Renee. You are my best friend for life.'

After I read such a mature and well-written message from a seventeen-year-old, I suddenly remembered

Christopher mentioning that he had wronged Emma.

What did he do to have wronged her?

So, I asked, 'Have you met Christopher before? He told me he had wronged you just now.'

A while later, she replied with a voice message. "It wasn't anything big. We met again in Japan and had a small

disagreement, but it was settled, so there's no need to hold on to it."

Emma's voice sounded sweet with the tenderness that was found in youngsters, but there was a hint of nonchalant

in her tone like she couldn't care less about anything.

Just when I was stuck thinking of how to reply to her, she sent me a picture. It was a picture taken in a church at

night. The church was elegantly lit, and everyone wore the same robe, including Emma and Christopher.

Yes, that's right; they were in the same picture.

Emma was wearing a black robe that had countless white flowers sewn on it. Her hair was down, and its ends

almost reached her waist. She looked so beautiful that she looked like she had walked straight out of a fairytale. As

she was naturally beautiful and young, Emma looked even younger with her get-up, whereby she resembled a pure

and innocent girl.

However, I had seen the way she acted at the police station and would reflexively think that she was a sly fae,

hiding in the dark and waiting for the right time to show her fangs.

As for Christopher, he was wearing a cream-colored robe with dark plants embroidered at the hem of the robe,

which suited his temperament. His eyes still looked as dazzling as they were in the pictures and were filled with

bright stars; it was like how I had remembered them.

After I closed the picture, I saw Emma had sent me another message. 'I was able to attend the prayers at the

church, and that was where I met Christopher. Unfortunately, a robber stole something once the session was over

and caused both Christopher and me to be lost while we were chasing the robber. So, something happened in

between, but I won't tell you because I don't want you to be upset. I'm not sure what Christopher meant when he

said he wronged me, but I'm sure it's not something big!"

I replied to her with a voice message, "I'm just asking out of curiosity. How are you? Did you take a bath? Do you

feel warmer?"

"Yes. I'm playing games because I can't sleep," she replied.

I gently reminded her, "You fell into the sea earlier and were exposed to the sea breeze for so long that your body

temperature dipped. So, you should rest early…"

Before I could finish, Shawn pushed the bathroom door open. He was only wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned and

revealing his muscled chest. There were a few scars on his abdomen, making my imagination wild with how he

exuded a rough sort of masculinity.

Then, I started speaking while in a daze, "Emma, I have something to do and can't talk anymore. I'll treat you to a

meal after a few days. Goodbye."

Once I sent the voice message, I set down my phone. Meanwhile, Shawn was drying his hair with the towel and

looking at me with his clear eyes. His voice sounded calm as he spoke, "Aren't you tired yet?"

"I was waiting for you."

Then, I unconsciously started walking toward him…