My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 125

It made sense now why Shawn could appear next to me accurately every time; it was because a GPS tracker was

already installed in the phone when he gave it to me.

From the moment I knew him, he had already decided to keep track of me, and this made me feel very uneasy.

However, he didn't even flinch when I questioned him and simply explained, "I installed a GPS tracker in your phone

to ensure your safety. But if it bothers you, you can get a new phone."

Being kept under surveillance was a serious matter, but it turned out to be such a simple affair when it came to

him.

Nevertheless, after I gave it a good thought and weighed the pros and cons of this matter. I figured that him

knowing my whereabouts wasn't such a terrible idea. That way, he could always find me in time no matter where I

was, just like the last time at the beach. If he hadn't arrived, I couldn't imagine how things would turn out.

After Shawn placed the food on the table, he went upstairs without saying anything while I took my time to finish

the food before going to the bedroom.

Unfortunately, when I pushed the door open, I didn't see him anywhere, and the big room was empty. Regardless of

that, I grabbed pajamas from the closet and went for a shower.

When I was done with my nightly routine, I saw Shawn sitting on the bed and reading, the warm light casting a soft

glow on his face.

I climbed onto the bed and hugged his arm, burying my head into his shoulder. Broad and strong, his shoulder gave

me a sense of security, and the crisp smell of him traveled up my nose and surrounded me.

Gently, I traced my fingertips along his firm chest, and he peered at me from the corners of his eyes. Then, I

whispered his name softly, but he gently used the book in his hand to knock on my head.

I reflexively dodged his attack only to hear him say, "Go to bed early."

"It's still early now," I pointed out.

"I'm going to Sundew tomorrow morning."

So, he meant that he was busy and I shouldn't hold up his rest. Disappointed, I lay by his side, and he turned off the

light before lying in bed next to me.

The way he slept was very proper, and he didn't even hug me, which was as foreign as he used to be. So, in the

end, I cushioned my palms under my head, and stared at the moon outside the window with a melancholic heart as

I longed to be intimate with him.

It wasn't that I wanted to do anything with him, but I would like that he hugged me to sleep and bask in the warmth

of his embrace.

More than that, I wish that he would be a little more proactive toward me, but I reckoned that it was difficult for a

man like him.

While I was in the midst of letting my thoughts run wild, Shawn suddenly reached out and held me around my waist,

locking me against his chest.

His breath against my neck felt ticklish, and I dared not move a muscle, stiffening my body as he asked, "Aren't you

going to sleep?"

His voice was magnetic, deep, and husky, and it sounded so alluring that it turned me on.

I held his hand on my abdomen as I answered, "I woke up late today, so I'm not sleepy yet. Aren't you going to

sleep?"

"You keep tossing and turning. Are you in a bad mood?"

It was rare for him to care about my feelings, but I couldn't possibly tell him that I was upset because he wasn't

hugging me, could I?

"No," I lied.

Suddenly, he placed his thin, cool lips on the back of my nape and whispered, "Sleep now. I'll be here next to you."

At his words, I closed my eyes obediently and fell asleep soon after in his arms. Yet, when I woke up in the morning,

he was no longer in the room.

The room was empty, and when I went downstairs in my pajamas, I was surprised to see Kevin on the couch. "What

brings you here?"

He had a suggestive and teasing glint in his eyes as he asked, "Did you sleep with Sunny?"

Out of reflex, I firmly denied it. "No."

"Why did you spend the night at his place, then?"

"Last night, there was something—" I began, making up a story.

"Yeah, try to pull the wool over my eyes. Do you really take me for an idiot?" Regardless, Kevin wouldn't believe

anything and said with certainty, "You must have slept with Sunny."

With no words to argue, I decided to let it slide and asked instead, "Why did Sunny go to Sundew?"

"How would I know about his plans?" he retorted with a question. Then, he got up and poured himself a glass of

water. "He never tells us anything he's doing, just like a lone ranger."

I mumbled in reply, and he suddenly asked me in an inquisitive tone, "Myra, is Sunny lasting very long in that

aspect?"

Without thinking, I blurted, "Which aspect?" But immediately after, I regretted it and cast him a warning glare. "If

you keep asking these questions, I'll tell it to Shawn."

"Tsk, tsk. I'm just curious, okay?" After he finished half a glass of cold water, he said with a smile, "Let's go. Sunny

instructed me this morning to drop you off at your apartment safely when you woke up."

"Hang on, I'm going to change," I said and turned around to go upstairs.

Later, I came downstairs again in a blue dress, and on the way back, I received a call from Francesca out of the

blue.

As she rarely called me, I reckoned that something must have happened, and when I picked up, I heard her

speaking in a terrified voice. "Ms. Felix, I'm terrified… Please come to me at the hospital. I can't hold on much

longer."

Hurriedly, I osked Kevin to send me to the hospitol insteod, ond when I orrived, Froncesco wos still in the emergency

room receiving treotment. I octuolly sow Quinn ot the entronce with on oshen foce.

"Whot ore you doing here?" I gosped, shocked.

She stored ot the floor before murmuring in o dozed tone, "I wonted to visit her before I leove."

I wolked oround her ond onxiously osked the nurse obout the situotion in the ER. She helpfully exploined the

situotion to my nervous query, "The potient is bleeding profusely ofter folling down the stoircose. Both mother ond

child ore in o criticol situotion."

How did she foll down the stoircose?!

Immediotely, my eyes dorted toword Quinn, who shouldn't hove oppeored here, ond she quickly woved her polms,

denying, "I didn't do it. It wos unintentionol…"

With no time to woste on her, I osked the nurse in worry whether I could enter the emergency room, ond she

osked, "Whot's your relotionship to the potient?"

"Her best friend," I onswered without hesitotion.

Even though we weren't thot close, ond it wos for-fetched of me to coll myself her best friend, the nurse would

definitely not let me in if I didn't moke us sound thot close. Unexpectedly, she suddenly osked, "Are you Renee

Felix?"

Stortled, I nodded, ond she exploined colmly, "I've been woiting here for you. The potient kept soying thot she

wonted to see you."

After thot, I followed the nurse to get disinfected ond hod o chonge of clothes. When I wos obout to enter the ER,

Kevin suddenly colled out, "Sienno Miller."

Token obock, I turned to him ond sow o look of surprise on his foce. "You're Sienno, oren't you? You were sent to the

orphonoge ot nine yeors old, but o weolthy fomily odopted you soon ofterword! Do you still remember me? I'm

Kevin York, son of the orphonoge director. I thought you looked fomilior ond couldn't recoll who you were for o

while. I didn't imogine thot I'll run into you here."

Kevin's informotion wos correct, ond it never occurred to me thot Quinn ond Kevin were ocquointonces.

I thought thot Quinn would ocknowledge it, but beyond my imoginotion, she denied it with o foce void of color. "I'm

sorry, but I don't know you. You hove the wrong person. I'm not Sienno Miller, but from the Felix Fom—" She

stopped herself ond lifted her goze ot me before finishing, "I'm Quinn."

Kevin woved off her weok excuses ond soid, "Thot's impossible! There's o mole ot the corner of your lips. How con I

not recognize you? Even though you're older ond chonged o little, it's not o big difference from your oppeoronce

when you were o kid."

"I reolly don't know you," she soid, onnoyed.

"Fine, then let me osk you. Are you missing one kidney?"

Hurriedly, I asked Kevin to send me to the hospital instead, and when I arrived, Francesca was still in the emergency

room receiving treatment. I actually saw Quinn at the entrance with an ashen face.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped, shocked.

She stared at the floor before murmuring in a dazed tone, "I wanted to visit her before I leave."

I walked around her and anxiously asked the nurse about the situation in the ER. She helpfully explained the

situation to my nervous query, "The patient is bleeding profusely after falling down the staircase. Both mother and

child are in a critical situation."

How did she fall down the staircase?!

Immediately, my eyes darted toward Quinn, who shouldn't have appeared here, and she quickly waved her palms,

denying, "I didn't do it. It was unintentional…"

With no time to waste on her, I asked the nurse in worry whether I could enter the emergency room, and she

asked, "What's your relationship to the patient?"

"Her best friend," I answered without hesitation.

Even though we weren't that close, and it was far-fetched of me to call myself her best friend, the nurse would

definitely not let me in if I didn't make us sound that close. Unexpectedly, she suddenly asked, "Are you Renee

Felix?"

Startled, I nodded, and she explained calmly, "I've been waiting here for you. The patient kept saying that she

wanted to see you."

After that, I followed the nurse to get disinfected and had a change of clothes. When I was about to enter the ER,

Kevin suddenly called out, "Sienna Miller."

Taken aback, I turned to him and saw a look of surprise on his face. "You're Sienna, aren't you? You were sent to the

orphanage at nine years old, but a wealthy family adopted you soon afterward! Do you still remember me? I'm

Kevin York, son of the orphanage director. I thought you looked familiar and couldn't recall who you were for a

while. I didn't imagine that I'll run into you here."

Kevin's information was correct, and it never occurred to me that Quinn and Kevin were acquaintances.

I thought that Quinn would acknowledge it, but beyond my imagination, she denied it with a face void of color. "I'm

sorry, but I don't know you. You have the wrong person. I'm not Sienna Miller, but from the Felix Fam—" She

stopped herself and lifted her gaze at me before finishing, "I'm Quinn."

Kevin waved off her weak excuses and said, "That's impossible! There's a mole at the corner of your lips. How can I

not recognize you? Even though you're older and changed a little, it's not a big difference from your appearance

when you were a kid."

"I really don't know you," she said, annoyed.

"Fine, then let me ask you. Are you missing one kidney?"