My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 123

The man remained motionless as he gazed at me with deep, unreadable eyes. As though he was an emotionless assassin, it seemed he didn't hear a word I said. The feeling of being bitten by ants all over my body was unbearable, so I set aside all of my dignity as I begged, ''Please, I'm begging you! Shawn, my body feels horrible! I need you. Please! Don't turn me away, okay?''

At this point, I had no idea what I was spouting, but the fire in me continued to burn brighter.

The man dressed in a bespoke black suit remained motionless, and he stared at me with his dispassionate gaze for a long time while I squirmed and almost wriggled out of the clothes Nicholas placed on me before he left. Suddenly, he ordered emotionlessly, ''Clear all the traffic cameras nearby and pick me up two hours later.''

''Yes, Mr. Xenos.''

This voice sounds like Waylen, I thought with the sliver of rationality I still had.

After Shawn's subordinates had left, he crouched down and picked me up, and the moment I was in contact with the coolness of a man's body, I hugged him tightly, lowering my head to kiss him.

Yet, his lips remained stiff and firm under my kisses; no matter what I did, he was indifferent. He was neither stopping nor complying with me as he simply carried me in his arms and strode firmly toward the waters.

I felt anxious and panic-stricken even with the taste of him in my mouth; it was a taste of indifference

mixed with an inexplicable sense of security. He felt as sturdy as a mountain as he provided me with something I heavily depended on, 'safety'.

Despite that, he still didn't return any of my kisses, and when I was about to make another more aggressive move, I was distracted by the crashing of ocean waves against my body.

As I choked on the seawater, I thought that I was going to drown when I felt a pair of cold lips on mine, breathing oxygen into my lungs.

After he saw me regaining my bearings, he abruptly released me. Then, as I floated up to the ocean's surface, I noticed that his usually impeccably neat suit was drenched.

The scene impacted me as his figure exuded an attractive yet feral aura akin to a fae, and he looked dangerous under the blanket of the night.

However, he interrupted my admiration of the sight as he looked at me with a knot between his brows and asked, ''Do you remember?''

''What?'' I asked, puzzled.

At that time, my mind was in utter mess and I couldn't make heads or tails of anything. It was only after a long time that it hit me that Shawn was asking me about how we first met.

That night, we jumped into a river and someone kissed me in a similar fashion.

I reached out and wanted to hold the man in front of me, but I fell into the ocean when a sudden waveNôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

crashed into me from behind. He extended his hand and pulled me out of the waters, and I clung to him awkwardly.

When he stretched out with his arms to gaze at me steadily, I noticed that his eyes were filled with determination and a swirl of emotions that I couldn't understand.

…

I was in a huge, empty, but familiar room when I woke up. I didn't see anyone around, but I was wearing a man's white-colored shirt.

As I started stretching my body, I couldn't help but furrow my brows slightly at the discomfort I felt. Then, the scenes from last night began to surface in my mind, unbidden; I remember throwing myself over Shawn, and then, he pinned me down. As more images started to appear, the more my face flushed crimson.

Last night, I was too passionate. Even though I wasn't a novice in this aspect, I had no room to display my skills under his control.

And he didn't appear like a beginner, either.

After I got up, I paced to the balcony and saw him sunbathing in the garden. He was dressed in a white shirt and his eyes were half-lidded.

This scene was incredibly familiar.

The first time I met him, I woke up in his room and saw him sunbathing leisurely in the garden when I was standing on the balcony.

He was simply too good-looking, like a man who existed in mythologies. Every part of him was well- defined and exquisite, and the manner he carried himself was so unlike any other men I had met—so aloof and arrogant that it seemed as if he was the only one in the world. Everyone else was insignificant.

While I held the roiling, I colled out to Shown ond he lifted his eyes to look ot me with o fiery goze.

When I met his eyes, I wos lost for words becouse I remember soying lost night thot he didn't hove to beor ony responsibility, ond I olso told him thot I wouldn't use this to threoten him to be with me.

Despite thot, I still corried some hope in my heort.

''Sunny,'' I colled out ogoin gently.

His eyes were o little stoic os he muttered, ''Yeoh?''

''Lost night—'' I suddenly stopped, unsure whot to soy.

Meonwhile, Shown wos quiet ond didn't hove onything to soy obout lost night. In on instont, I understood why everything lost night couldn't meon onything; thot wos becouse I wos the one who threw myself ot him.

At the end of the doy, this is oll my own moking, I thought ond took o deep breoth. ''I won't force you into onything using whot hoppened lost night. Thonks for your help.'' When he squinted his eyes, I

forced out o smile ond continued, ''Thonk you, I'll leove in o while.''

The look in his eyes turned gloomy ot my words, ond when I turned bock into the room, I sow thot my purse wos next to me. Did Nicholos toss this out of the cor before leoving?

When I took out my phone, I sow thot I wos still on coll with Shown for olmost three hours, which meont thot he didn't hong up.

He heord everything Nicholos soid, those filthy, overboord words. How did he feel ofter heoring oll thot? He must despise me even more now, I guess. My heort felt gutted ot the thought. Also, why did Nicholos become this woy?

The moment thot thought entered my mind, I immediotely colled Choirmon Forger ond osked him impotiently, ''Whot hoppened to Nicholos?''

While I held the railing, I called out to Shawn and he lifted his eyes to look at me with a fiery gaze.

When I met his eyes, I was lost for words because I remember saying last night that he didn't have to bear any responsibility, and I also told him that I wouldn't use this to threaten him to be with me.

Despite that, I still carried some hope in my heart.

''Sunny,'' I called out again gently.

His eyes were a little stoic as he muttered, ''Yeah?''

''Last night—'' I suddenly stopped, unsure what to say.

Meanwhile, Shawn was quiet and didn't have anything to say about last night. In an instant, I understood why everything last night couldn't mean anything; that was because I was the one who threw myself at him.

At the end of the day, this is all my own making, I thought and took a deep breath. ''I won't force you into anything using what happened last night. Thanks for your help.'' When he squinted his eyes, I forced out a smile and continued, ''Thank you, I'll leave in a while.''

The look in his eyes turned gloomy at my words, and when I turned back into the room, I saw that my purse was next to me. Did Nicholas toss this out of the car before leaving?

When I took out my phone, I saw that I was still on call with Shawn for almost three hours, which meant that he didn't hang up.

He heard everything Nicholas said, those filthy, overboard words. How did he feel after hearing all that? He must despise me even more now, I guess. My heart felt gutted at the thought. Also, why did Nicholas become this way?

The moment that thought entered my mind, I immediately called Chairman Forger and asked him impatiently, ''What happened to Nicholas?''