My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 689

Chapter 689

Chapter 689 Men Are So Stingy

Amy took May to the director's office for an interview. It had been an hour since May and I left the filmset. I asked her how she felt inside the car, and she shook her head. "Nothing special, just nervous.Fortunately, it went smoothly."

I encouraged her, "You can give it a try."

May sighed. "But I have to hide it from Sir Larson."

"Yes, keep it a secret for now. After all, he is a wealthy man and may not understand you... But once hereplaces out, you should explain it to him."

May's eyes were filled with sadness as she said, "Ree, you should know how inferior I feel. Actually, Inever felt these negative emotions before. Whenever I see Alba... I finally understood how he felt whenlooking at me... I never thought I was inferior to anyone before and even thought I was excellent. But asI got to know more talented people, and after I married Rudy, my sense of inferiority graduallyappeared. I tried to learn and enrich myself. But when my painting skills showed some improvement, Ibroke my wrist, which was a fatal blow for me. That's also the reason I can't forgive Rudy. He destroyedthe pride I had worked so hard to maintain. However, after marrying Alfred, my sense of inferioritybecame even heavier. So, I actively cooperated with the treatment given and tried my best to pick uppainting again. I am eager to succeed, but there's only a slim chance. I thought... I was just thinking oftrying to be an actress. Maybe I can succeed this time and won't have to rely on anyone anymore. Ofcourse, I am not doing it for money. I just want to make myself feel less insignificant and have a senseof security."

I have always known about May's emotions. Amy must know too. Otherwise, she wouldn't havesuggested that May audition for the role.

We both knew how much May wanted to succeed.

She wanted to heal the pain in her heart, including the pain caused by Rudy.

That pain prevented her from facing Alfred.

Sir Larson should also be aware of that, right? After all, he is very smart.

"Yes, all those sayings about the importance of feelings between two people are bullsh*t. What mattersthe most is that you feel at ease with yourself."

I fully agreed, "You have my support."

"I will pick up painting again."

"Yes, I believe in you."

It wasn't too late in the day when we returned to the teahouse, so I planned to make two small cakeshere, one for Alicia and one for Shawn.

But I wasn't sure about Alicia's preference, and Shawn certainly had no idea. I suddenly rememberedthat Shawn had asked me to invite Charles to the children's first birthday party, so I took out my phoneand contacted Charles.

I asked calmly, "How have you been recently?"

"Thank you for your concern, Renee. Everything is fine."

I mentioned, "It'll be the Little Master and Little Lady's first birthday in a few days, and we would beinviting relatives of the Xenos Family and some old friends. Several of the concubines would beattending, so I would invite you as well."

Charles obediently replied, "Sure, Renee."

"I will have Anthony send you the invitation later."

He replied politely, "Thank you for remembering me."

"Oh, by the way, what flavor of cake does Alicia like?"

"She likes red velvet cake," he replied.

I hung up and asked May, "I can make desserts, but I have never made a red velvet cake. Can youteach me?"

May was a master at making cakes.

"Sure, I'll teach you."

By the time we finished making the cake, it was already late, and May and I were hungry, so we went toa nearby restaurant for a casual meal.

When we returned to the teahouse, we saw someone sitting in the innermost booth. It was a familiarface, still as handsome as always. He wore a light blue striped cotton shirt that made him look gentleand handsome.

I waved while smiling. "Sir Larson."

Sir Larson smiled gently, "Mrs. Xenos."

Sir Larson's smile was cold and distant.

I went over and sat across from him, saying, "Long time no see."

May asked him, "Why didn't you call when you returned to Bryxton?"

Sir Larson explained calmly, "May, I returned to Bryxton with Shawn. Some unexpected mattershappened last night, so I stayed in a hotel to avoid disturbing your rest. After I woke up and took care ofsome things, I came to the teahouse to replace you."

The unexpected matters he mentioned were dealing with Rudy.

At the mention of that, I wondered what Rudy's condition was.

May's face turned pale as she offered, "Let me pour you a cup of tea."

After May left, I remarked, "Rudy is injured."

"Yes, that's why I came back to Bryxton."

Alfred was quite frank.

"May might feel a little uneasy, but it's not because you dealt with Rudy. She doesn't know about that.It's just that you seem to have not given her enough sense of security. She is just sensitive."

Alfred replied calmly, "I understand."

I did not need to say these things to Alfred because he understood May's thoughts better than I did.

It all depended on whether he was willing to comfort May.

"Never mind, I'm going home now."

"Mrs. Xenos, thank you for caring about her."

Alfred suddenly thanked me.

"It's nothing. We are friends."

After hearing that, Alfred suddenly asked me a fatal question, "Are you helping him because May caresabout him?"

I frowned. "Are you talking about Rudy?"

At this moment, May came over with a cup of tea. I took the two cakes and left the teahouse, butAlfred's words kept echoing in my mind. Could he be jealous of Rudy?

Could it be that he didn't inform May of his whereabouts because of that reason? Is Sir Larson trying toshow he is upset?

I muttered in surprise, "Are all men so stingy?"

Then, I suddenly remembered what Shawn said at the Espoo headquarters, "Don't underestimate aman's jealousy. Men are more easily jealous than women."

I sighed. "Men are so stingy."

Especially Alfred.

Compared to him, Shawn was a bit more generous.

But Shawn still got jealous because of the children.

I looked down at the tattoo on my waist and waited for the day he would discover the secret. Thatwould be a great surprise.

When I returned home, Alicia and Shawn were discussing the children's first birthday party in the livingroom. I went over and gave the red velvet cake to Alicia, saying, "Mom, I made it myself."

Taken by surprise, Alicia accepted it and said, "Thank you, Ree."

I eagerly said, "It's a red velvet cake."

"Ree, how do you know I like red velvet cake?"

Alicia was even more surprised after hearing that.

"I asked Charles."

I gave the other cake to Shawn.

"This is for you, strawberry flavor."

Shawn glanced at me and said, "That's your favorite."

I pretended to be innocent and rebuked with a giggle, "Since you don't have a specific flavor you like, Imade a strawberry cake. This way, I can help you finish it if you can't. Wouldn't that be a win-winsituation?"

Smiling dotingly, he replied, "Yes."

Then, I sat down and asked them, "How is the planning for the birthday party going? I have asuggestion. How about we invite a few top celebrities and hold a grand ball? After all, we want to havea lively celebration."

Alicia's face fell. "Do we have to invite celebrities?"