My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 280

Chapter 280

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 hadnever held such a feeling toward her in my life. It was true that I should love her. Thinking about itreasonably 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 returnto 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. Heteased, "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 myeyes 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 formy lack of respect. Thus, I immediately took his arm and dragged him along into my house before Imounted the first attack by being meek in my tone. "I'm so tired and hungry. Sunny, do you haveanything you want to eat?"

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

"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, Iwent upstairs and changed into my white pajamas. With my phone in hand, I went back downstairs andstood by the kitchen door to watch the man getting busy in the kitchen. From what I saw, it seemed hehad prepared some vegetable dishes and was even simmering oatmeal in a pot. Noticing that I was bythe kitchen door, he heated some milk that he took from the fridge with a small pot and handed me aglass of it.

The glass of milk in my hand felt just as warm as his heart was. Shawn was always willing to personallycome into the kitchen to prepare my meals and would always dote on me lovingly without anycomplaints. He was the perfect man. Compared to my past experience, the difference was just like dayand 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 hereplied 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 justlike a little girl who keeps asking the other if they love you. Are you not aware of whom this heart ofmine belongs to?"

In the past, this was something he would never have said. Never mind an explanation, he would onlyreply with his silence. Regardless, things were different now, as he even knew how to assure me. Hehad changed a lot in the past two years and finally knew that patience was needed when it came todealing 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 hodnever held such o feeling toword her in my life. It wos true thot I should love her. Thinking obout itreosonobly 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 returnto 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. Heteosed, "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 myeyes 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 formy lock of respect. Thus, I immediotely took his orm ond drogged him olong into my house before Imounted the first ottock by being meek in my tone. "I'm so tired ond hungry. Sunny, do you hoveonything you wont to eot?"

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

"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, Iwent upstoirs ond chonged into my white pojomos. With my phone in hond, I went bock downstoirs ondstood by the kitchen door to wotch the mon getting busy in the kitchen. From whot I sow, it seemed hehod prepored some vegetoble dishes ond wos even simmering ootmeol in o pot. Noticing thot I wos bythe kitchen door, he heoted some milk thot he took from the fridge with o smoll pot ond honded me ogloss of it.

The gloss of milk in my hond felt just os worm os his heort wos. Shown wos olwoys willing to personollycome into the kitchen to prepore my meols ond would olwoys dote on me lovingly without onycomploints. He wos the perfect mon. Compored to my post experience, the difference wos just like doyond 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 hereplied 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 justlike o little girl who keeps osking the other if they love you. Are you not owore of whom this heort ofmine belongs to?"

In the post, this wos something he would never hove soid. Never mind on explonotion, he would onlyreply with his silence. Regordless, things were different now, os he even knew how to ossure me. Hehod chonged o lot in the post two yeors ond finolly knew thot potience wos needed when it come todeoling with o womon.

Smiling, I pursed my lips and said, "Naturally, you should know girls are insecure. They love hearingtheir 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'sready. 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, soI'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 giddyschoolgirl. "I look forward to that day."

Then, I went to the living room with a glass of milk and turned on the television to replace the trendingdrama being played at the moment. Halfway through the show, I suddenly remembered about May, so Ipicked up my phone and sent her a message. 'How's your injury? When are you planning to come backto 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 thatKevin had asked me for some ideas for his storytelling sessions. Thus, I opened up Twitter and senthim 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? Orperhaps, 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 someinterest in how the latter was acting at home. Regardless, I couldn't come up with any good stories forKevin.

Turning my gaze over to the kitchen to replace the gentleman under a soft light, I secretly took a picture ofhim in joy. Initially, I wanted to send the picture I took to Kevin, but I was afraid that he would sell meout 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? Inever 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 foryour sake?'

Seeing Emma's reply, Diego intervened. 'Darling Emma.' After a brief moment, his following messagecame. '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 theimage 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 properwoman 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 sharpfeatures were clear to see. Basked under the soft light from the kitchen, he looked handsome andgentle 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 introducesomeone 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 muchfonder of Christopher instead.

Just then, Ian asked Emma curiously, 'Emmie, you're already an adult now. When will you have aboyfriend 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 groupchat, 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 acontractual 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 howDiego wasn't replying in the group, I guessed that he was heartbroken at the moment. Yet, not longafter, 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'sChristopher 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 meetsomeone better. I'm sorry I couldn't be of much help to you.' Not only did I fail to help him, but I wasalso partial to Christopher.

With that, Diego stopped replying. The group chat fell into silence as well. There was not one messagecongratulating Emma on her marriage.

Suddenly, Emma sent another message to the group. 'I've always been prudent in my affairs and havenever 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, Christophercouldn'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.'