My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 673

Chapter 673 Shawn Is Blushing

When I woke up, I heard that Azariah was kidnapped, and Rafael had gone to search for her. To my astonishment, Leon was now presiding over Francesca's funeral.

I asked Shawn next to me, "Should we help?"

I was worried that Azariah might be in danger.

Shawn only replied, "It's their business. They can deal with it themselves."

Their business?

What does that mean?

Seeing that Shawn didn't intend to explain, I didn't ask further. Instead, I accompanied Leon in seeing Francesca off to rest in peace. The sky in Sundew was clear, with a deep blue hue and perfectly clear white clouds. It was exceptionally beautiful.

"Ms. Gant, it seems that Sundew is the kindest to you."

It was a clear day when her body was buried.

After Francesca's funeral, I went back to the Gants' villa to see Tamara. Tamara didn't know about her mother's passing.

When Tamara saw me, she joyfully called, "Aunt Renee!"

I went over and hugged her. "Tammie."

"Aunt Renee, where's Mommy?"

"Mommy is in a faraway place."

Tamara didn't understand what that meant. Later, Leon returned from the cemetery and held her, so I left the villa with Shawn.

Before we left, Leon remarked, "Renee, this is how my life will be. Don't end up like me and be consumed by remorse forever."

His voice was unusually calm.

It seemed that his heart had died along with Francesca.

I pursed my lips. "Leon, you still have Tammie."

It was the only thing I could say to comfort him.

Upon hearing my words, Leon glanced at Tammie.

Only then did his eyes finally have a glimmer of hope.

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."

I left the Gants' villa with Shawn, and while on the helicopter, I softly asked, "Are you going back to Espoo later?"

He nodded and asked, "Do you have other plans?"

Shawn knew me too well.

"Yeah, actually, I don't want to keep rushing around. I want to wait for you all in Bryxton. Sunny, I've been feeling tired lately."

"Are you not feeling well?" His gaze deepened.

I shook my head. "It's not that. The doctor advised me to rest more. And seeing Francesca... I didn't pay much attention before, but now I want to take care of my body and prevent any future illness. I don't want to regret it later."

Upon hearing this, Shawn smiled gently. "That's good. I'm glad that you're starting to take care of your health. I'll accompany you back to Bryxton before I leave then."

Traveling back and forth like this would be too time-consuming.

And it would bring him unnecessary exhaustion.

When I woke up, I heord thot Azorioh wos kidnopped, ond Rofoel hod gone to seorch for her. To my ostonishment, Leon wos now presiding over Froncesco's funerol.

I osked Shown next to me, "Should we help?"

I wos worried thot Azorioh might be in donger.

Shown only replied, "It's their business. They con deol with it themselves."

Their business?

Whot does thot meon?

Seeing thot Shown didn't intend to exploin, I didn't osk further. Insteod, I occomponied Leon in seeing Froncesco off to rest in peoce. The sky in Sundew wos cleor, with o deep blue hue ond perfectly cleor white clouds. It wos exceptionolly beoutiful.

"Ms. Gont, it seems thot Sundew is the kindest to you."

It wos o cleor doy when her body wos buried.

After Froncesco's funerol, I went bock to the Gonts' villo to see Tomoro. Tomoro didn't know obout her mother's possing.

When Tomoro sow me, she joyfully colled, "Aunt Renee!"

I went over ond hugged her. "Tommie."

"Aunt Renee, where's Mommy?"

"Mommy is in o forowoy ploce."

Tomoro didn't understond whot thot meont. Loter, Leon returned from the cemetery ond held her, so I left the villo with Shown.

Before we left, Leon remorked, "Renee, this is how my life will be. Don't end up like me ond be consumed by remorse forever."

His voice wos unusuolly colm.

It seemed thot his heort hod died olong with Froncesco.

I pursed my lips. "Leon, you still hove Tommie."

It wos the only thing I could soy to comfort him.

Upon heoring my words, Leon glonced ot Tommie.

Only then did his eyes finolly hove o glimmer of hope.

"I'm leoving. Toke core of yourself."

I left the Gonts' villo with Shown, ond while on the helicopter, I softly osked, "Are you going bock to Espoo loter?"

He nodded ond osked, "Do you hove other plons?"

Shown knew me too well.

"Yeoh, octuolly, I don't wont to keep rushing oround. I wont to woit for you oll in Bryxton. Sunny, I've been feeling tired lotely."

"Are you not feeling well?" His goze deepened.

I shook my heod. "It's not thot. The doctor odvised me to rest more. And seeing Froncesco... I didn't poy much ottention before, but now I wont to toke core of my body ond prevent ony future illness. I don't wont to regret it loter."

Upon heoring this, Shown smiled gently. "Thot's good. I'm glod thot you're storting to toke core of your heolth. I'll occompony you bock to Bryxton before I leove then."

Troveling bock ond forth like this would be too time-consuming.

And it would bring him unnecessory exhoustion.

"Nah, I can take a plane back to Bryxton by myself when we get to the foot of the mountain. Don't worry about my safety. I'll be extra careful."

However, Shawn insisted, "I will accompany you back to Bryxton."

Why is this man so stubborn?!

I looked at him with a pitiful expression and pled, "Shawn, please listen to me."

I intentionally put on this expression.

I knew how to get through to Shawn.

Shawn remained silent and didn't agree to my request. But when the helicopter landed at the foot of the mountain, Shawn instructed the pilot to open the door. I happily disembarked from the helicopter. Shawn stood up and enjoined me from behind in a gentle voice, "Careful. Don't be so impatient. You might fall."

I turned around, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed his smooth cheek, praising, "Actually, my Makur seems to be pretty obedient."

Hugging my waist, he locked his gaze on me, and I could see myself in his pupils. My heart skipped a beat as I looked at him.

That kind of palpitation which I only felt in the beginning of the relationship resonated in my heart again, and my face flushed. At this moment, I lost all words. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Shawn gently scolded me in a low and magnetic voice, "Hey, watch where we are before you say that."

Right now, we were surrounded by his men.

These people were holding back their laughter, looking pitiful as they wanted to laugh but didn't dare. I kissed Shawn's cheek again, and they quickly looked away. At the same time, Shawn's ears turned red.

He let go of me and whispered, "I'll deal with you next time."

After saying that, he turned and boarded the helicopter.

He left me with two bodyguards.

After Shawn left, the bodyguards took me to the airport.

We returned to Bryxton before noon.

I went to the hospital to get a checkup.

My body was fine.

The doctor said I was recovering well.

And he gave me some tonics.

I remembered the wound LG had inflicted on me with a knife.

The scar from that wound was still there.

I lowered my gaze to my abdomen.

There was a purple lisianthus flower tattoo.

Shawn loved to kiss this spot.

Perhaps he was showing sympathy and concern for me.

I was filled with sweetness when the thought crossed my mind.

After leaving the hospital, I went to a tattoo parlor and had Shawn's name tattooed in black on the side of my waist. It wasn't a conventional design but rather had a touch of coolness like an artistic font. At first glance, only the letters "Shn" could be recognized, but upon closer inspection, one could see that it spelled out as "Shawn." I couldn't wait to surprise him when we met again.

After the tattoo artist finished, he advised, "You just got the tattoo, so try to avoid getting it wet and wear breathable clothes. I'll provide you with some anti-inflammatory ointment. If there's any inflammation, apply the ointment. Otherwise, just leave it be. And remember, be mindful of your diet. Avoid spicy and stimulating food."

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind."

After returning to my apartment, I sent messages in two group chats. 'I'm in Bryxton. If anyone wants to treat me to a meal, let's plan it.'

However, hardly anyone was in Bryxton at the moment.

Only Amy responded. She said, 'See you tomorrow.'

A few minutes later, May also replied, 'I remember my two nephews' first birthday celebration is at the end of the month. I will return to Bryxton.'

'Alright, we'll be waiting for you in Bryxton.'

I rested at home for a few hours and changed into clothes that left my waist exposed before heading back to Felix's Villa. When I arrived, I saw Robert sunbathing in the yard. It was only then that I remembered his presence here. I went over, sat beside him, and asked, "How have you been lately?"

He responded in a nonchalant tone, "What do you think?"

"I mean are you happy with your life?"

"Of course, I'm happy. I'll do some work elsewhere after some time though. By the way, you were in Espoo for quite a while this time."

I avoided the subject and joked instead, "You still remember that you have a career! By the way, I met someone in Eswyae before."

Robert raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who?"

"Petala, formerly known as Robina."

Instantly, Robert sat up straight. "You met her?"

"Yes, she works for Ezekiel. He had her protect me. She was with a little girl named Doe."

I wasn't sure whether I should tell Robert about these things, but I knew my heart was leaning toward him. Regardless of what happened in the past, I just wanted to share what I knew with him and let him decide whether or not to investigate.

However, Robert didn't look pleased. "Why are you bringing this up?"

"Robert, you once told me that there was a little girl who liked you, and she was affiliated with Ezekiel. I had a hunch that it was Petala. Her child's name is Doe, but Doe's real name is Dorothy Saunders."

Robert stood up abruptly, looking shocked and astonished. "Are you suggesting that the girl who looks like a mixed-race child is my daughter?"