My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 211

Chapter 211

Chapter 211

I turned around in surprise and asked dubiously, "I thought you'd be coming from… Wait. How are youhere already?"

As snowflakes swirled around the night sky, I turned around to see Shawn, but he was not in his usualblack suit.

Standing right before my eyes was a man in a thin, black military uniform. The jet leather belt hungslightly around his waist, complementing his slim figure and making him look neat and sturdy.

In addition to his rigid expression, the way he placed his hands behind exuded a rigorous yet sexyaura. Still, the hair resting on his forehead smoothened his persona. He looked splendid!

It was a sight I had never seen before. Before he managed to utter a word, I scurried to him andwrapped my arms around his neck. In the meantime, he held my waist firmly to catch me from falling.

"Sunny," I called lovingly.

"What's wrong? Aren't you mad at me anymore?" Smidgens of affection laced his gruff voice.

I rested my chin on his shoulder as I shook my head. "I wasn't mad at you. I was just mad at myself."

Shawn did not say anything as I apologized, "Sorry. It was my fault and yet, I vented it out on you."

He stretched out his arm to caress my head softly. "Waylen said that it's normal for women to be moody

at times."

He never blames me no matter what happens, but what about him? Doesn't he feel wronged?

"Sorry, Sunny."

"Hmm. No more next time." His hand on my neck pushed me lightly into his embrace as he saidindifferently, "Do not claim that you don't know me, ever."

Shawn had always displayed a nonchalant demeanor. He had slogged through countless dangers as oftoday, and the serenity in his eyes never wavered. He could always keep his cool in the face of troublesas if he was the calm sea.

It pained me to see him acting like this. Suddenly, Bertie's question came to my mind. Do you know himwell, then?

I've never understood him, but I want to because I care for this ever-calm man!

I nestled in his arms and promised sternly, "No matter what happens in the future, I will never pretendto not know you ever again. Sunny, unless you don't want me anymore, I will never leave you."

"Appreciate what you have, Ree."

I understood what he meant by that—he wished for me to cherish him and value him. It was then thattears trickled down my cheeks in silence. "I will."

Shawn looked back at the boisterous street and blurted something weird. "He really racked his brainjust to make you feel better."

"Who?" I questioned.

Instead of answering my question, he carried me and left the place in that posture. I asked softly,"Where are we going?"

"To Eldham. Home."

When he walked for about a kilometer with me in his arms, I noticed a helicopter far ahead; Waylenwas also waiting right there!

He set me down about ten meters away from the helicopter, after which I ran over and shouted, "It'sbeen a long time, Mr. Briar."

Waylen nodded politely. "Ms. Felix."

Once I took over the household responsibilities in the Xenos Family, Waylen was the only subordinateof Shawn who was willing to talk to me. In fact, I was hoping to seek forgiveness from Kevin and theothers.

Am I asking too much? Plus, I bet Mr. Briar hasn't forgiven me yet. He's doing this because of Sunny.

At the thought of that, my heart sank in disappointment while I bypassed him to board the helicopter, inwhich I saw a pale-faced May cuddling in Rudy's arms.

In a black leather jacket, he coldly stared over my shoulder at Shawn and said in displeasure, "Look atmy woman. She's badly injured, so why is your woman totally fine?"

Figuring that May's injury had incurred his anger, I hurriedly explained, "May lost consciousnessbecause someone hit her, but I put up an act and fainted before they swung their bats at me."

He frowned. "And those fools bought it?"

Shawn seated himself opposite Rudy and I sat next to him while guessing, "I think they knew about it,but it seems like they didn't want trouble, so they just let me be."

"Lucky you." Rudy sighed.

I nodded before linking onto Shawn's arm and resting my head on his shoulder. As I watched himfurtively, he lowered his gaze onto me. Our gaze intertwined midair just like that for a very long time.

A while later, May piped up out of concern, "Are you alright, Ree? I'm feeling kinda dizzy. I can't reallyspeak right now."

"Don't worry about me. It's just that my legs hurt."

"What happened?" asked May softly.

"After I left that building, I went to the city on foot. Snow is piling everywhere and look what I'm wearing.It was freezing and tiring."

"Speaking about it, you look amazing in this golden piece, but that white garland on your head must'vebeen through a lot."

I had fallen a few times in the snow, hence the disfigured wreath. However, Bertie kept picking it up andputting it on my head. He even picked it up when I threw it away!

I was helpless at his persistence and so I asked, "What's the use of keeping it?"

"White means blessings." That was his explanation.

Wait, what? Does white indicate blessings? This is the very first time I'm hearing this!

I removed the wreath and put it aside when Rudy abruptly pointed out some loopholes. "You walkedfifty miles long in the snow? Forget about the long journey and the fact that it's nighttime, do you knowwhich direction you're heading exactly? Were you really all by yourself?"

His question pricked my conscience. I did not know what to answer because of the promise I made toBertie to keep it a secret. It would not be a problem if there was not a promise, to begin with, but nowthat I had given my word, I should stay true to it!

Pursing my lips tightly, I was clueless about how to counter that question. Yet, he saw through herhesitation. "It seems like you've received help from someone. I believe you didn't walk alone for fiftymiles, did you?"

His words were directed at me, but he was actually close to the truth! If he could guess out of it, Shawnshould have made the same assumption.

Yet, he did not voice out any of his opinions. He had always been like this—reticent in front of peoplewhile maintaining his maturity and indifference.

At that moment, I was oblivious to the reason behind Rudy's tenacious questions because I did notunderstand how he and Shawn usually interacted. In actuality, they tend to poke each other at theirsore parts!

Indeed, Rudy brought it up on purpose just to upset Shawn. It was like how Shawn made sarcasticcomments about him not long ago. The two powerful men took pleasure in poking fun at each other.Hence, their women were unlucky because of their 'hobby'.

Due to my silence, May sensed the strange atmosphere lingering in the air, so she hugged Rudy's armtightly and uttered softly, "Rud, I'm sleepy."

The sensible Rudy zipped his lips, but he cast a pall of ominous cloud over my heart. I figured that Ihad to replace a timely chance to give Shawn an explanation. Having him misunderstand me was the lastthing I hoped for right now.

Gingerly, I held his cold hand and he looked sideways at me. It took him a while before he assured, "Nooverthinking."

Is he comforting me?

Just as I was about to respond to him, Waylen, who was next to him, recognized the clothes. "I've seenthis design before. It's made by the imperial family of France. There are only three people who ownedthe piece. It's just a matter of time to replace out who it is, but why did he leave such obvious evidence?"