My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 213

I would never bring Shawn to my parents unless he popped the question. If I did as Mom told me, my parents would

surely bring the marriage forward. When that event came to pass, it would make it seem like I was looking forward

to their wedding, although it was true.

"Be patient. There's nothing to rush about. I'll make an arrangement soon and inform you guys about it." I glossed it

over.

It was not until then that Mom was satisfied. "You should be mindful of it. It's not only about you, but Leon too. Your

father and I had thought about it. Since you're our children, your father wishes to talk with the girl to see if there's a

chance to amend their relationship. You have the money, so we're not worried about you. Even though Felix Family

has fallen under the radar in Bryxton, we've saved millions of dollars. We plan on buying Leon a house in Bryxton,

as well as leaving some money for his dowry so that they can hold a grand wedding. It is also a gesture to repay

your uncle, of course."

My uncle was in that aviation disaster that year, and my parents were lucky enough to survive it. However, they

were clueless about Francesca's true identity even until today. I did not remind Mom either since they were going to

meet Francesca with genuine sincerity. I was hoping for the best!

Furthermore, Leon was one of the Felix Family, so I wished they could reconcile and get back together again.

However, it was understandable if Francesca decided not to forgive him as even I saw eye to eye on it. I was

supportive of Francesca's decision no matter what she chose because I was Tamara's aunt.

"Hmm. Leon has his ego. I'm not sure if he'll accept your help, though. If… you need money, just hit me up."

I initially thought of leveling with Mom that Quinn was the cause of Leon's misunderstanding toward the Felix Family.

Now that the truth had come to the surface, there was a change in his attitude toward the family. Besides, my

adoptive parents were doing it for his sake; he should know their good intentions as a grown-up.

"No worries. We have enough money." Mom refused the offer.

While my eyes set on the man, who was downstairs, she reminded me, "Hurry up and bring Shawn back to Bryxton,

or I'll set up a blind date for you."

I was at my wit's end. "What is there to rush about?"

The conversation went on for another five minutes before we terminated the call. Holding the phone in my hand, I

smiled at the man, who was sunbathing lazily with narrowed eyes. "How long have you been up?"

"Two hours earlier than you," replied Shawn.

"Oh. I'm hungry."

"Hmm. There's something in the kitchen," he reciprocated.

I turned around and returned to the room for a shower. After putting his white shirt on, I headed downstairs and

entered the kitchen, only to see four dishes prepared on the dining table.

Judging from how warm they were, it seemed like Shawn concocted them not long ago. I sat down and finished two

servings of omelet before washing the dishes. By the time I headed outside for him, he was resting with closed

eyes. I crawled onto his chaise and nestled in his arms as I exclaimed happily, "This feels great."

With his eyes remaining closed, he hugged my shoulders tightly. "Hmm?"

"It feels great to be with you, Sunny," I answered sweetly.

The intimate morning activity had narrowed the distance between us. Seizing such a rare chance to laze around, I

lay next to him while sunbathing together. Happiness was blooming in my chest as I took in every second of this.

Probably because I had once lost it before, I cherished it a lot right now.

Indifferently, he hummed in response.

"You're gorgeous, Sunny."

He gave me a sideway glance and commented, "You and your slick words."

"You are gorgeous," I repeated sincerely, but he did not give any response.

Since he wore only a thin, white shirt, my fingers could clearly feel the scars underneath the cloth. He might have

received these only recently.

I furtively undid one of his buttons, prompting him to gaze at me with eyes of tranquility. I smiled sheepishly. "I just

wanna take a look at your built body."

He did not stop me as he seldom thwarted me from doing anything. All he did was watch me and let me have my

way.

As such, I unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his scarred chest. I could not take a look at it properly and I was too

embarrassed to stare at his body in the morning. Moreover, he did not remove his pajamas, so I did not have the

chance to take a closer look at them!

There were light and deep scars on him. The light ones had probably formed a long time ago, but the deep cuts

were from recent injuries. The deepest cut was on his abdomen and it traced along his Adonis belt. My fingers

lightly caressed the rough bump as a pang of grief hit me. "Was it painful?"

"I'm used to it," he responded.

It was scary to get used to something like that. Tears began pooling in my eyes as I uttered, "But it must've been

excruciating."

He kept quiet while I lay on his waist. Resting my cheek against his skin, I was attempting to give him solace through

my warmth.

Noticing my intentions, he stroked my hair as if I was a kitty and said in a low voice, "Ree, it's impossible to avoid

danger in my world. Whether it's the past or the future, I will only have to face more of those. Are you afraid?"

This was the first time he had told me about his world.

"Do you know him?" Bertie's question seeped into my mind again.

I then muttered, "What is your world like, Sunny?"

My fingers slowly rubbed against the metallic part of his belt, yet he did not explain anything as he only said, "Let's

talk about the future in the future. You're going to have to confront it sooner or later."

Since no one could ever coerce him into saying anything he was unwilling to say, I did not pry further. At that

moment, I received a call from Anthony. "What's the matter?"

"Miss, Nicholas seems to have noticed our tail. He booked a flight ticket to Bryxton for tomorrow," he reported.

Although it was awkward to hear Anthony address me so formally in front of Shawn, I instructed, "If that's the case,

we can stop with the tailing and investigate that doctor instead."

There were no more clues, but there should be new findings unfound.

"Okay, and one more thing."

I leaned against Shawn while questioning, "What is it?"

"Nicholas booked a plane ticket back to Goldshore too."

Nicholas' schedule was rather busy these days. Traveling from America to Bryxton, then to Goldshore? It was as if

he was turning a blind eye to his family's matter! Is he not planning to handle the household matter?

"Find out who's the current head of the Forger Family."

Anthony knew that information very well. "It's Nicholas' father. Nicholas hasn't been handling household matters

since the new year. Besides, it seems like they have plans to minimize their scope of investment."

Minimizing their investment target indicated their plan on winning through stability. Just what are they thinking?

I sighed. "Let's just do it this way for now."

It was as if Shawn was devoid of curiosity. After I hung up the phone, he did not ask the reason behind tailing

Nicholas. Instead, he kept stroking my head like I was a plushie.

I was displeased. "Aren't you curious?"

He raised his brow. "For what in particular?"

As I was rendered speechless, I figured that it was best I zipped my lips. We stayed like that for a while until

someone pushed open the door. The moment I caught sight of the guests, I sprang up from his arms immediately

and stood next to the man nervously.