My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 99

I jumped from the second floor of the villa and was severely injured. As soon as this happened, Nicholas

immediately ran down the stairs to see a very pale-looking me on the floor, trembling. As shivers ran down his

spine, he reached out and tried to pull me into his embrace.

I lay on the ground, motionless. The wound on my cheek seemed to have reopened as it started to bleed. As I

blinked, I spoke calmly, "This is how determined I am in not forgiving you."

When he heard this, he asked with a tremor in his voice, "You would rather die?"

"I've wasted enough of my youth on you."

I didn't want to let myself get caught up in his life anymore.

"Renee, why do you have to be so cruel?"

I smiled as I heard this and answered, "Have you ever been kind to me?"

Three years, three whole years; did he ever show me a split moment of affection?

Now that I am in good health and can start a new life, why should I waste my time on him?

Just because I loved him?!

However, that love for him will no longer allow him to break me repeatedly!

Like the saying went, once bitten, twice shy!

I was scared of the hardships and the twists and turns of love that came with him. I was even more afraid of the

pain of missing someone and the endless grievances that came with him.

Now, all I wanted was to be loved and pampered by someone.

But that person was definitely not Nicholas Forger.

……

…

Nicholas brought me to the hospital. When I was brought out of the emergency room, I was covered in bandages; it

was a horrible sight to see.

All this while, Nicholas had his lips pursed tightly as he stood at the side of the ward. On the other hand, although I

was in excruciating pain, I kept my mouth shut as well.

We were both testing each other's patience.

We were just waiting to see who would give in first.

In fact, during this game of ours, I had made the decision, and Nicholas knew he had already lost.

He knew I was too far gone when he saw that I would rather die than forgive him.

He left without saying a word. Subsequently, I lay on the hospital bed with my eyes closed and breathed a sigh of

relief. "I've finally broken up with him."

I should have felt a weight lifted off my shoulder after the breakup.

But instead, my heart was aching.

At the end of the day, I still cared about him.

After all, he was the man I had loved for three years.

The throbbing pain kept me up at night. Then, in the dead of night, my mind wandered to Shawn and what he was

currently doing.

Immediately, I was reminded of what Nicholas said just now. "He said you won't die. I don't know where he got his

confidence from."

I also didn't know where he had gotten his confidence.

Yet, somehow, I was alive now.

Shawn was really omnipotent.

As I thought about this, I picked up my phone to check the time; it was 2:00AM. I hesitated for a moment before I

finally decided to text him.

I said, "I'm sorry about yesterday."

Although he didn't reply to my message, I wasn't even the slightest bit offended. We weren't close. If anything, he

could be regarded as my savior.

He was the one that saved me when I was drowning myself in alcohol last night.

After a second thought, I added, "I got hurt."

I knew that Shawn would not reply to my messages at this time, but my heart felt heavy right now, and I needed

someone to talk to. He was the best option I had.

"How did you get hurt?"

Unexpectedly, he replied to me!

This meant that he actually ignored my first text!

However, it was a good thing that he still cared about my injury.

At this point, I was somewhat exasperated with the whole situation.

"I jumped out of the second-floor window."

Then, Shawn stopped replying to me again.

The night was quiet as the cool wind blew in from the window. As I struggled to get up to close the window, a

bouquet of pink lisianthus in the trash can downstairs caught my eyes. The petals were still fresh and bright.

Someone must have thrown it there this morning.

When I saw that, I wanted to go downstairs and take them. Despite how inconvenient it was for me to move around

with the bandages around me, I didn't want to leave the pink lisianthus in the trash.

Therefore, I pushed myself to open the ward's door, went downstairs, and hobbled to the trash cash before finally

picking up the bouquet of pink lisianthus into my arms.

Then, I sniffed the sweet-smelling flowers and smiled contentedly before I struggled back up to my ward. As I

passed by the garden, I noticed how beautiful the scenery was. So, instead of heading back up, I went over to sit on

the bench as I quietly embraced the summer breeze.

The cool breeze tickled the scar on my face as I took a deep breath and mumbled to myself, "This is actually pretty

good."

Right then, I felt I was in an excellent mood.

I had rarely stopped to enjoy the beauty that life had to offer.

At this instant, I was really grateful to Shawn. He gave me a second chance at life. Now, I have a healthy body that

allowed me to drink whenever I wanted.

I completely lost track of time as I sat on the bench. Then, suddenly, I remembered that Waylen had mentioned

that lisianthus had a beautiful meaning to it.

Then, I took out my phone to search.

True, unchanging love.

Indeed, it had a beautiful meaning.

I lowered my head and sniffed the fragrance of the flowers again. Then, just as I got up to head back to the ward, a

man who had suddenly appeared behind me took me by surprise.

Immediately, I asked in astonishment, "When did you come?"

Then, the man answered indifferently, "I just arrived."

Who would have thought that Shawn would show up here? After all, Eldham was quite a distance away from

Sundew.

It would take about three hours to get here by plane...

Yet, here he was, in front of my eyes, less than two hours after I had messaged him. He did not even say anything

about coming here.

Why was this man so hard to read?

At that time, I did not know there was no important business for him to be here. As a matter of fact, he had always

been lingering nearby but had never bothered me. He knew where I was because of my phone.

We both used the same type of phone.

Hence, we were both on the same GPS.

Curious, I asked, "Have you always been in Sundew?"

I had a feeling that he would always happen to be in the same city as I was, and it felt a little unsettling.

"Yeah, I came from Brixton."

"Oh."

At this moment, he was just a few feet away from me, and there happened to be a bush full of red roses next to

him. Yet… He looked so stunning that he was even more attractive than the red roses.

Shawn was very handsome; he had a face that would turn people green with envy. His mysterious aura made him

even more attractive, making him the prince charming in the hearts of many women.

Yet, it was this man who wholeheartedly protected me.

Like right now, he immediately rushed over when he heard that I was injured.

The moonlight was soft as the cold breeze blew. The night was tranquil, and he was picturesque. Taking this in, I

smiled and said, "Shawn, you're really handsome."

He immediately frowned when he heard this and asked, "Are you trying to flirt with me?"

He looked slightly taken aback, as if this was the first time someone dared to say such a thing to his face. However,

I just shook my head and smiled without saying a word.

His frown deepened when he noticed I did not answer, looking a little displeased.

I remembered the last time I praised his looks. Instead, I received a cold warning from him, "Ree, I am not

someone you can like."

But this time, he did not say anything poignant after I complimented him.

Shawn had always been a quiet individual. It would be impossible for him to talk if I did not initiate conversations.

So, I hobbled up to him and asked, "Shawn, do you want to go to my ward?"

Then, he let out a faint hum before turning around to squat down in front of me. I immediately understood what he

was trying to do.

Hence, I accepted his kindness as it was difficult for me to walk. When I bent down to hop onto his back, my body

couldn't help but tremble at the moment our bodies touched. I felt my heart skip a beat.

Afterward, he put his arms around my legs and slowly walked back into the hospital. I gently laid my chin on his

strong shoulder and asked curiously, "How old are you this year?"

"I'll be 27 this December."

27?!

Was he that young?

He was four years younger than Nicholas.

Yet, Shawn acted like he was more mature than Nicholas.

Shawn was very calm, like someone with an old soul.

I immediately exclaimed when I heard his answer, "You're really young."

Once again, he answered me with his silence.

It was such a bore to talk to him as he had always been a monotonous person. So, I put my arms around his neck

and didn't try to speak to him again.

He carried me back to the ward and tucked me into bed. I laid down and passed the lisianthus to him.

Naturally, he took a vase to put them in as I casually asked, "Isn't it pretty? I picked it up from the trash."

Then, he froze before he quickly put the banquet on the table. Only then did I remember that he was a

germaphobe.

I really should have been more attentive.

After that, Shawn still did not leave. Instead, he sat on the sofa and scrolled through his phone, so I questioned,

"Shawn, aren't you tired?"

"You can sleep," he answered.

He truly was a taciturn guy.

At this moment, I felt a little bored; maybe it was because he was by my side, but the pain in my body seemed to

have eased a little, and I soon fell asleep.

As I dozed off, I vaguely felt someone caress my cheek and heard a sigh. "Ree, are those men worth all these?

When will you understand?"

I smiled sweetly as I thought it was a dream.

"Baby, what is love?"

……

…

When I woke up the next day, Shawn was no longer in the room. Instead, he sent Waylen to take his place. I looked

at him curiously and asked, "Where's Shawn?"

"Mr. Xenos has returned to Eldham to settle some business."

I frowned when I heard this, and Waylen immediately asked me what I was thinking with concern. I shook my head

and answered, "It's nothing."

It was nothing. I was just bothered by my dream.

It seemed like someone asked, "Baby, what is love?"

His tone was filled with endless confusion.

I let out a sigh before I stopped myself from thinking about this.

Then, I took my phone from the bedside table and sent a message to Gary to update him on my condition.

Immediately, he replied, "Are you okay, President Felix? I'll go to the hospital right away. Should we postpone the

appointment with the Grant Family?"

I quickly responded, "Pass me Francesca Gant's number."

In a short moment, I received a text from Gary with Francesca's contact information. Then, I wrote a polite text

message, "Good day, Ms. Gant. I am Reene Felix. I got injured and was hospitalized last night. So, I may not be

available to meet you for the moment."

However, Francesca instantly replied, "I'll visit you."

I quickly sent her my address when I heard that.

The weight on my shoulders seemed to have lightened. As I played with my phone, I began questioning Waylen,

who had been watching me like a hawk, "Has Shawn always been like this? He's so cold and aloof."

When Waylen saw that I was interested in Shawn, he started gossipping, “This has always been Mr. Xenos' way of

doing things. It’s probably due to his experience or his family’s influence.”

I became nosy when I heard his words and asked, "What happened to him?"

He pondered for a long time when he listened to my question before he decided to explain, "Mr. Xenos had been

living alone, away from his family, since he was five years old. However, the Xenos Family wasn't neglecting him,

but it was just how their family works."

I questioned again, "Why are they like that?"

"That there can only be one heir in the family."

Waylen was acting strangely.

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Only one of the children can live."