My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 267

The person who was on the other end of the phone was indeed Rudy. Is he going to get married right after a divorce? Is he marrying that fiancée of his? If so, what does May, who had been with him for two years, mean to him?

"I'll see about it," Shawn said vaguely.

"Okay. See you at Bryxton."

After Shawn had hung up the phone and thrown it on the bed, I asked, "Is Rudy going to get married to Hannah?" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Hearing my words, Shawn glanced at me but didn't say anything.

He thinks that I'm talking nonsense! Just as I was about to talk to him again, he turned around and entered the bathroom. Left with nothing else to do, I finished my food and went down to wash the dishes. When I cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the room, Shawn was still in the shower, and the sound of water running was enough to let my thoughts run wild. Walking around the room barefoot, I felt helpless as I didn't know what to do to let him acknowledge me.

I want him to notice me, to hug me, to give me his warmth.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and I stiffened as I looked over. Shawn's fringe was slightly damp, and he wore a black silk robe, covering his chest entirely. His legs were long and slender. Looking at him, I couldn't help but pursed my lips. On the other hand, Shawn walked past me and

headed toward the balcony. The balcony had a set of couches and a bottle of red wine on the table.

As Shawn sat on the sofa, his back was facing me. "Sunny." I blinked a few times.

After taking a sip of the wine, Shawn beckoned to me. "Come here," he said. Although his voice was still as cold as ever, I quickly obliged and crouched beside him since he took the initiative to talk to me.

He stared at me with a dark gaze, and I didn't dare to blink. All I could do was stare back at him. "I was wrong," I said before he could say a word.

Hearing my words, Shawn placed the glass down and sighed. "It's not your fault."

At that moment, I was confused about why he had said it wasn't my fault. Just as I was thinking, he suddenly reached out and pulled me into his embrace. His cold scent surrounded me as I hugged his waist tightly and buried my face into his chest.

"It's my fault." It wasn't as if I could think of any other things to say. Regardless of the intention, whatever happened between Nicholas and me was my fault. I was the one who didn't keep my distance from him and made Shawn into a laughingstock on the Internet. Even today, someone still commented on Shawn, saying he was a cuckold. I was the one who had upset him and ruined his dignity as a man.

Just as I was in thought, Shawn gently caressed the back of my head with his palm, making me feel safe and assured. I knew he didn't have the heart to scold me and chose to forgive me. Although he was easily convinced, that didn't give me the right to hurt him.

"I'm sorry, Sunny." I was heartbroken at the thought of it.

Hearing my words, Shawn hummed in response and relaxed, letting himself sink into the sofa. I followed suit but didn't want to let go of him. Then, I heard his voice again. "You did nothing wrong."

"Why would you say that?" I asked gently.

"I know you like me, Myra. I know this better than anyone else. Thus, you and Nicholas… You have your reason why you weren't able to push him away in time when he kissed you, right?"

Shawn seemed to be testing me, but this was the hardest part to explain. I couldn't tell him that I lost consciousness because my illness relapsed, could I?

In order to let him be at ease, I lied to him, saying, "It was a snapshot. I wasn't able to push him away in time."

When Shawn heard my words, he didn't ask again, and the room soon fell silent.

February in Finland was the ski season because it was the snowiest month. At this moment, snowflakes started to fall from the sky, and I shivered coldly. Sensing that I was slightly trembling, Shawn grabbed the blanket from the sofa and draped it over me. At that time, I was touched by his consideration. My heart was in awe as I looked at him adoringly.

When Shawn noticed my stare, he frowned. "Although I didn't mean to stab you at that time, I indeed hurt you and made you suffer. As for Nicholas' matter, no matter if you are willing or not, he did indeed kiss you. I'm a man, so I can't be calm when I see my girlfriend being kissed by other men. Although I won't press you again on this matter, you must admit it! Hence, we're even now, so let the past be the past." When I heard his words, I knew he was telling me to forget about these matters and look into the future.

Shawn forgave me too easily! We used to be like this too. He never really blamed me for anything and said he would respect my past. He had never misunderstood me or thrown a tantrum. He was a

generous man, indeed. However, this sight of him only hurt my heart even more. At that moment, I swore I would trust Shawn entirely no matter what and never misunderstood him anymore, for loving him as much as he loved me was my desire.

Thinking about it, I hugged his neck and kissed him on the cheek. Then, his gaze slightly darkened. "Get up. Quit being cheeky." He was criticizing me like an elder.

Although I didn't want to listen to him, I still obliged and stood up obediently. Then, he took a sip of the wine. "Get some rest soon. I'll take you to see Leo and Skyler tomorrow at noon."

Hearing him address our daughter by her nickname but our son by name, I knew which one was his favorite. It seemed like most dads were closer to their daughters.

"Thank you, Sunny," I said while grinning.

Hearing my words, he glanced at me before heading back to the room with me following behind. Then, he lay on the bed while I took his slippers and entered the bathroom. Since the wound on my abdomen still hadn't recovered, I couldn't let it get in contact with water. Of course, that meant that I couldn't be intimate with Shawn for about two months.

To be honest, we had been together for about a year and a half, but we were rarely intimate. Hence, I was still unfamiliar with his body, but it still gave me a deep impression every time we came in contact.

When I walked out of the bathroom while wiping myself with a towel, I saw Shawn lying on the bed while reading a book. It seemed like he had a habit of reading before bedtime.

After I had carefully climbed onto the bed and snuggled into his embrace, he glanced at me and asked,

"Are you tired?"

I was exhausted since I had flown to the villa on the hill from Bryxton, then to Ashere, and toward Finland. However, it was good to know that I didn't waste my time running around.

"I'm not tired," I said while shaking my head. After all, I still wanted to talk to him.

Hearing my words, Shawn curled his lips into a smile that I was familiar with. Then, I reached out and grazed his lips with my fingertips. "You look handsome, Sunny."

As soon as he heard my words, the smile on his lips disappeared.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly.

"I can't seduce you," he replied seriously.

Even though he had said so himself, his words were tempting. Plus, I could even feel the bulge underneath him. Is he trying to do something to me?