My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Chapter 134

The rain was becoming a torrent, and I was getting drenched. I kept my phone away from the rain,using my body as a shield. There was a lot of stuff I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him how lonely Ifelt, but I swallowed my words in the end. I looked at Gary with difficulty and noticed that he wasdrenched and pale as a tombstone. The icy rainwater was washing the blood away from his face. Wewere both wounded, and the rain would only exacerbate our blood loss. If nobody came to save us intime, we would die. However, I felt no fear since I had faced death in the face a few times before. Ichatted with Gary. "It's been nine years since you started working for me, Gary. You have been by myside since I took over the family and helped me out a lot."

"It's my job, Miss Felix."

Gary's voice was barely a whisper now. My whole body felt numb, as if it didn't even belong to me. Iheld my phone as tightly as I could. I wanted to talk to Shawn, but the thought of his indifference scaredme. I could never put my ego aside just to make him happy. So, instead, I hung up and tossed myphone away. Gary kept talking to me, but I stopped replying to him after a while.

A long time later, I vaguely heard someone saying, "Sir, she's in the backseat. We need about fifteenminutes to get rid of this door."

A man asked icily, "How are her vitals looking?"

"Not good, sir."

The man said again, his voice as cold as ice, "Get that door out of the way right now."

The voices stopped, but the rain did not. It got even worse. I thought I had a dream. In that dream, Dad,Mom, Quinn, and I lived our happiest lives. The scene then changed to the day before Christmas Eve. Iwas lying on the bed, peacefully awaiting my demise. I had no idea I fell for the wrong person then. Thescene changed again, and this time, it was when I first met Shawn. He kissed me in the river, and Iheard him say, "You can't escape."

Finally, Shawn picked me up from the ground. I stared at him dumbly as someone checked mywounds. When I was in his arms, I vaguely heard someone say, "She's wounded on her thighs, back,and arms. She's in critical condition."

The man holding me asked, "Where's the nearest village?"

"It's twenty minutes away, sir."

"Treat her wounds first," the man ordered.

I stared around me dazedly, unable to comprehend what was happening around me. Everything feltslow, and my body felt like it had been in a freezer. I felt someone taking my pants off to treat mywounds. I gasped in pain, and tears kept falling down my cheeks. The man said again, "Get her someanesthetic."

The anesthetic worked its magic, and the pain faded. I held the man as tightly as I could. "Where'sGary?"

The man grabbed my hand. "He's fine," he assured.

I heaved a sigh of relief and blacked out in his embrace. When I woke up again, I found myself in asmall house. My bed was beside the window, and I could hear the rain still screaming outside. I lookedaround myself and saw Shawn standing at the door. He was staring into the raindrops falling againstthe glass of the window. Instead of his black suit, the man was wearing a black trench coat, and itmade him look even more aloof than usual. I always thought that he was a man I could never hope toreach until now; I still found it difficult to accept that he would agree to be in a relationship with me. Ifound it even more challenging to recall how passionate he was in bed because even though we hadthat experience with each other, he still came off as a distant stranger. That feeling was so strong that Icould never remove it from my mind.

I turned around by reflex, but every cell in my body screamed out in pain. I gasped. The man noticed it,and he turned around. He came up to me, holding my slender arm with his big hand and helping meup. Shawn placed a soft pillow behind me. I leaned back into it, and it felt comfortable. I stared at him insilence as he combed my hair with his hand, then massaged my temples. Finally, after what seemedlike ages, he asked me gently, "Does it still hurt, Myra?"

"Yes, but I can take it." I stared down at the ground. "How's Gary doing?"

Shawn sat beside me as he replied, "He's not in any danger. Waylen sent him back to Eldham lastnight. He's safe."

I pursed my lips and stopped talking.

Shawn asked, "Are you hungry?"

He was really gentle, but I replied calmly, "No."

Curious, he asked, "Why'd you come here?"

I remembered that my parents could be in danger, so I asked, "Where did the accident happen?"

Shawn gave me a weird look. Then, a moment later, he answered, "Not really far from where we arenow."

"How far are we from Eldham?"

Shawn pursed his lips, and a frown furrowed his brows. "About eighteen and a half miles."

Eighteen and a half miles? So we're about sixty-two miles away from Montreal. I heaved a sigh ofrelief. Good thing I've left Montreal far, far behind, or my birth parents would hurt Dad and Mom. WhatDad told me was too shocking of a fact. I could not understand why my mother wanted them to leave.Did my birth father notice something? Oh yeah. Dad did say my birth father suspected something's off,so he's been looking for me. Does that mean my birth mother sent me to the Felixes without letting mybirth father know? One question was answered only for two more to take its place. Why did she dothat? Everything was shrouded in a fog of mystery. I thought I had found out the truth, but it only led meinto a bigger web of dangerous schemes. The only lead I had was the slip Dad gave me. Fortunately, Ihad saved the number before I got into the car crash. It would be impossible to replace that slip otherwise.Besides, rainwater would have smudged the writing.

My silence caught his attention, and he patted my head. "What are you thinking about, Myra?" heasked.

"Nothing," I muttered.

Shawn noticed my reluctance to talk and my cool attitude toward him. So, he looked at me for amoment and left me alone in silence.

The room was cramped. It was about a hundred square feet, but at least it was clean. The blanket wasnew, and it smelled fresh. I lay on the bed, feeling downbeat. Then, I glanced at my phone and picked itup. The screen was still showing the text interface, and it was the conversation between Nicholas andme.

'I miss you, Renee.'

I looked at the time. He sent it not long ago, and there were a few of his older texts, too, including theone where he said he could understand why I chose Shawn and the one where he professed his lovefor me. There was also another where he asked me to give him a chance to compete with Shawn. DidShawn see these? I think he did, but he never got mad about it. The first thing he asked was if I wasstill in pain. Of course, any other guy would be jealous if they saw these texts, but he just set it asidelike it was nothing. I felt a little uneasy. I did have some complaints about Shawn, but he did nothingwrong. He just didn't love me. That was all.

I put my phone away. A while later, someone outside asked, "Mr. Xenos, how is Miss Felix doing?" Oh,that sounds like Waylen.

"She's doing good. Good enough that she can throw a tantrum."

So, Shawn knows I'm angry at him…