My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 280

A chance to return her love…

Now that she was nearing the end, the only thing missing in her life was the love of a daughter, as I had never held

such a feeling toward her in my life. It was true that I should love her. Thinking about it reasonably and emotionally,

showing my love for her was what I should do.

"Yeah, I'll go over to France in a few days."

…

Since I got back to Bryxton late, I had not the energy to visit those two children, so I decided to return to the villa I

bought near Felix Villa instead.

When Shawn realized that I had a residence of my own nearby, he had a shocked look on his face. He teased,

"Have you heard of the saying of how a crafty rabbit has three burrows?"

Coincidentally, besides the Felix Villa, I happened to have three other residences in Bryxton. Rolling my eyes at him,

I asked, "So? Are you going to come in?"

Perhaps it was my tone, but Shawn frowned and looked as though he was about to admonish me for my lack of

respect. Thus, I immediately took his arm and dragged him along into my house before I mounted the first attack

by being meek in my tone. "I'm so tired and hungry. Sunny, do you have anything you want to eat?"

Seeing that I was being obedient, Shawn ignored my earlier tone and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"You," I said with a smile.

He responded with silence.

Shawn was a gentleman; as he took off his suit and went into the kitchen when we entered the villa, I went upstairs

and changed into my white pajamas. With my phone in hand, I went back downstairs and stood by the kitchen door

to watch the man getting busy in the kitchen. From what I saw, it seemed he had prepared some vegetable dishes

and was even simmering oatmeal in a pot. Noticing that I was by the kitchen door, he heated some milk that he

took from the fridge with a small pot and handed me a glass of it.

The glass of milk in my hand felt just as warm as his heart was. Shawn was always willing to personally come into

the kitchen to prepare my meals and would always dote on me lovingly without any complaints. He was the perfect

man. Compared to my past experience, the difference was just like day and night. How lucky I was to have met him

in this life.

I couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. "I love you, Shawn."

Although my love confession came out of the left field, Shawn remained cool and composed as he replied gently, "I

know."

With the glass of milk in my hand, I continued, "Then, do you love me?"

Instead of answering, he turned his back on me and continued his kitchen preparations.

Undeterred, I continued to ask, "Do you love me or not?"

Putting away the vegetables he was done preparing into a basket, he asked warmly, "Ray, you're just like a little girl

who keeps asking the other if they love you. Are you not aware of whom this heart of mine belongs to?"

In the past, this was something he would never have said. Never mind an explanation, he would only reply with his

silence. Regardless, things were different now, as he even knew how to assure me. He had changed a lot in the past

two years and finally knew that patience was needed when it came to dealing with a woman.

A chonce to return her love…

Now thot she wos neoring the end, the only thing missing in her life wos the love of o doughter, os I hod never held

such o feeling toword her in my life. It wos true thot I should love her. Thinking obout it reosonobly ond emotionolly,

showing my love for her wos whot I should do.

"Yeoh, I'll go over to Fronce in o few doys."

…

Since I got bock to Bryxton lote, I hod not the energy to visit those two children, so I decided to return to the villo I

bought neor Felix Villo insteod.

When Shown reolized thot I hod o residence of my own neorby, he hod o shocked look on his foce. He teosed,

"Hove you heord of the soying of how o crofty robbit hos three burrows?"

Coincidentolly, besides the Felix Villo, I hoppened to hove three other residences in Bryxton. Rolling my eyes ot him,

I osked, "So? Are you going to come in?"

Perhops it wos my tone, but Shown frowned ond looked os though he wos obout to odmonish me for my lock of

respect. Thus, I immediotely took his orm ond drogged him olong into my house before I mounted the first ottock

by being meek in my tone. "I'm so tired ond hungry. Sunny, do you hove onything you wont to eot?"

Seeing thot I wos being obedient, Shown ignored my eorlier tone ond osked, "Whot do you wont to eot?"

"You," I soid with o smile.

He responded with silence.

Shown wos o gentlemon; os he took off his suit ond went into the kitchen when we entered the villo, I went upstoirs

ond chonged into my white pojomos. With my phone in hond, I went bock downstoirs ond stood by the kitchen door

to wotch the mon getting busy in the kitchen. From whot I sow, it seemed he hod prepored some vegetoble dishes

ond wos even simmering ootmeol in o pot. Noticing thot I wos by the kitchen door, he heoted some milk thot he

took from the fridge with o smoll pot ond honded me o gloss of it.

The gloss of milk in my hond felt just os worm os his heort wos. Shown wos olwoys willing to personolly come into

the kitchen to prepore my meols ond would olwoys dote on me lovingly without ony comploints. He wos the perfect

mon. Compored to my post experience, the difference wos just like doy ond night. How lucky I wos to hove met him

in this life.

I couldn't help grinning from eor to eor. "I love you, Shown."

Although my love confession come out of the left field, Shown remoined cool ond composed os he replied gently, "I

know."

With the gloss of milk in my hond, I continued, "Then, do you love me?"

Insteod of onswering, he turned his bock on me ond continued his kitchen preporotions.

Undeterred, I continued to osk, "Do you love me or not?"

Putting owoy the vegetobles he wos done preporing into o bosket, he osked wormly, "Roy, you're just like o little girl

who keeps osking the other if they love you. Are you not owore of whom this heort of mine belongs to?"

In the post, this wos something he would never hove soid. Never mind on explonotion, he would only reply with his

silence. Regordless, things were different now, os he even knew how to ossure me. He hod chonged o lot in the post

two yeors ond finolly knew thot potience wos needed when it come to deoling with o womon.

Smiling, I pursed my lips and said, "Naturally, you should know girls are insecure. They love hearing their man

telling them how much they love them."

Shawn chuckled. "Be a good girl and entertain yourself for a while. I'll call you later when the food's ready. Do you

have anything else you want to eat?"

"You," I said with a smile.

Upon my answer, Shawn's body stiffened. Then, he replied softly, "We have all the time in the world, so I'm sure you

will have your chance to do so. You'd better not regret it by then."

Looking at how attractive he was as he had me swooning over his words, I smiled like a giddy schoolgirl. "I look

forward to that day."

Then, I went to the living room with a glass of milk and turned on the television to find the trending drama being

played at the moment. Halfway through the show, I suddenly remembered about May, so I picked up my phone and

sent her a message. 'How's your injury? When are you planning to come back to Bryxton? I'll be waiting for you

here.'

Since there wasn't any reply from her, I was about to put my phone aside when I remembered that Kevin had asked

me for some ideas for his storytelling sessions. Thus, I opened up Twitter and sent him a private message. 'What

kind of style are you looking for?'

As Kevin was currently online, his reply came the next moment. 'The sickeningly sweet type? Or perhaps, a

wholesomely warm style? I think the latter's a pretty good choice.'

Considering that Kevin had only ever seen the cold and aloof side of Shawn, I was sure he had some interest in how

the latter was acting at home. Regardless, I couldn't come up with any good stories for Kevin.

Turning my gaze over to the kitchen to find the gentleman under a soft light, I secretly took a picture of him in joy.

Initially, I wanted to send the picture I took to Kevin, but I was afraid that he would sell me out by telling Shawn that

I was the one who took the picture and even thought up some of the stories for him. Hence, I sent the picture to

the group chat instead.

'Oh my god! Is Shawn actually cooking? Is he actually cooking for his wife in the middle of the night? I never would

have thought to see such a picture in my life,' Kevin replied in surprise.

Emma retorted in the group, 'Isn't it obvious? If not for her sake, then are you saying it should be for your sake?'

Seeing Emma's reply, Diego intervened. 'Darling Emma.' After a brief moment, his following message came. 'I envy

Shawn for his married life. When do you think I'll have a wife to love me as well?'

Emma only replied with three dots.

'Is that really the Shawn I know? That said, he truly looks handsome here. Simply a man made in the image of the

gods!' Ian was equally surprised.

Ian was being dramatic in his words.

Then, he continued, 'Diego, you should wake up now. Never mind a wife, you don't even have a proper woman in

your life right now.'

This time, it was Diego who replied with three dots.

The photo I sent was Shawn in a white shirt. Since I had taken the photo from the side, his sharp features were

clear to see. Basked under the soft light from the kitchen, he looked handsome and gentle in the photo. Not one of

them had ever seen this side of Shawn.

Smiling, I replied, 'It's just a matter of time before Diego will get a nice wife himself. I'll introduce someone beautiful

to him when I have the time.'

Diego's heart had always been with Emma for the past two years. Yet, Emma… seemed to be much fonder of

Christopher instead.

Just then, Ian asked Emma curiously, 'Emmie, you're already an adult now. When will you have a boyfriend for us to

meet?'

Emma simply replied, 'I'm already married.'

Emma's reply stunned us all in the group chat into silence. Even Morgan, who was lurking in the group chat, was

dumbfounded.

'With whom?' Kevin was the first to ask.

Emma answered, 'A very gentle man.'

What came to my mind was only Christopher with her description of a very gentle man.

As Diego remained silent, Ian asked, 'When was this?'

'A few days ago, in Ireland,' Emma replied.

Kevin's message came next. 'You can't get a divorce with a marriage in Ireland, but there is a contractual period.

So, how many years did you sign up for?'

'A hundred years.'

Once again, everyone in the group stopped replying as we were all stunned by the news. With how Diego wasn't

replying in the group, I guessed that he was heartbroken at the moment. Yet, not long after, he sent me a private

message. 'Who is Emma married to?'

I wasn't sure who her marriage partner was, but the only person who came to mind was Christopher. After briefly

thinking about it, I replied, 'Emma didn't say anything to me, but I'm guessing it's Christopher since she was always

fond of him.'

There was no reply from Diego.

I knew he would be sad to read this, so I tried comforting him. 'It's going to be okay. You'll meet someone better. I'm

sorry I couldn't be of much help to you.' Not only did I fail to help him, but I was also partial to Christopher.

With that, Diego stopped replying. The group chat fell into silence as well. There was not one message

congratulating Emma on her marriage.

Suddenly, Emma sent another message to the group. 'I've always been prudent in my affairs and have never acted

impulsively. Regardless of your blessings, I will walk beside that man for the rest of my life.'

For the rest of her life, huh… Even though she was still young, she knew very well what she wanted. She was just

like me back then when I wanted to be married to Nicholas. However, Christopher couldn't be more different from

Nicholas.

Christopher was fond of Emma as well. With how much older he was, I was sure he would dote on her, so I would

wish for the two of them to have a happy married life.

Next, I messaged Emma privately. 'Have you thought it through?'

'Thought what through?' Emma asked.

'Whether Christopher is the person you love.'