My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 147

Chapter 145

Shawn looked attractive and as tempting as ever; adding to the fact that it had almost been a month since we last met, I could barely control my desire even when we were by the door.

I took a few steps toward him and embraced him tightly. He stiffened slightly before caressing my head, his voice full of tenderness, "It's almost dawn. You should get some sleep. I still have some matters to handle, so I'll be setting off for Bryxton soon."

I asked in surprise, "You're going to leave already?"

Now that I think about it, I've rarely seen him at home since we first met. So, it was no wonder he had always been able to meet me on time when I was still in that city.

"Something came up at the last minute."

He leaned down to give me a kiss on my head. I disappointedly prepared my pajamas as I walked over to take a bath. By the time I was done, Shawn had already changed into his suit, returning back to his usual upright and serious look.

As I stood by the bathroom door, I crossed my arms and asked reluctantly, "When are you leaving?"

After Shawn pressed his lips together, he replied, "In a while."

I was reluctant to let him leave, but I couldn't say a single word of objection. All I could do was give him a word of caution. "Please be careful."

He nodded in response to my cautionary words. Then, I went to the bedroom to lay sideways in the bed. A moment later, someone opened the door. When he entered, I held my breath in anticipation as he came closer to kiss my face. In a split second, I turned around and grabbed his sleeve with a sad look on my face.

Shawn flicked my nose gently and asked, "Can't sleep?"

I mumbled softly, "I'm thinking about you."

He understood the meaning behind my words the moment he heard my reply. It was evident from the way his lip twitched upwards as he gave me a smirk.

Initially, I thought he would ignore my reply given his serious personality, but to my surprise, he answered me, "How are you thinking about me?"

I tugged on his sleeves, signaling for him to lay beside me. His fingers caressed my bare face tenderly when he was by my side.

One could immediately notice if a woman had taken care of their skin since she was young. This was especially noticeable once the woman reached adulthood, as the skin texture and delicateness were entirely different.

While I wear makeup most of the time, I have always taken great care of my skin. So, even though I was almost 24 years old, I could still compare the youthfulness of my skin to Emma's.

Shawn was still stroking my face as if he was addicted to the feeling of my skin against his fingers.

However, all I could do was stare at him, my eyes bright with desire. I honestly did not know how to express my current thoughts to him.

It's not like I could blatantly tell him that I wanted to spend the night with him…

I was a grown woman who had already gone through adulthood. Nevertheless, there was no way I hadn't thought about doing the deed, especially when it's been a month…especially when Shawn, the person of my desire, is right before me.

His charms were enough to break down all my walls.

I embraced him as I gave a light nip on his waist. Immediately, his body stiffened as he said lightly, "Don't tease me."

It was almost as if Shawn had no desires at all. I was the one who had to take the lead every time we spent the night together, and even then, he would always reject my advances like it was a habit.

I stubbornly refused to let go, my hands creeping toward his belt as I took it off. It took a moment for him to understand my intentions as he asked, "Do you want me?"

To think he would be so blunt even when he asked this type of question.

The shame in my heart didn't allow me to speak up. Then, suddenly, he leaned down to capture my lips in his. Our clothes were quickly scattered as my moans filled the room.

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…

My body was sore all over after we spent the night together. Meanwhile, I was on the bed as I watched him leave the apartment brimming with energy.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep after he left. When I woke up, it was already midday. I grabbed my phone from the pillow beside me and saw the text Merlin sent me six hours ago to meet up.

I didn't bother replying to his message. This was mainly because he cooperated with Kevin to set me up yesterday, and I was still irritable about the incident.

I put away my phone and got up to brush my teeth before brewing myself a cup of tonic. Then, all of a sudden, I received a text message from my piano teacher just as I drank the last sip of my brew.

In the chat, she typed, 'Renee, are you free?'

I replied, 'Yes, I'm free. Is there something going on, teacher?'

'I have two piano lessons to teach tomorrow morning. However, I have a few matters to settle back at home. Could you replace me and teach the students tomorrow?'

I was currently in Eldham, whereas she was in Bryxton…

I did not need to accept the proposal as it was too far, but I still replied, 'Sure, I'll do it.'

'Thank you very much, Renee.'

'There's no need for you to be so formal, teacher.'

The main reason I agreed was because Shawn was in Bryxton. I wanted to see him, to be by his side.

I sent him a message and asked, 'When are you coming back home?'

'I'll return home tomorrow night. All is well.' This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He always ended his texts with the sentence 'all is well'.

This was his way of comforting me as he knew I was worried about his safety.

I hesitated for a few moments before sending him another message, "I'm coming to Eldham tomorrow to settle some matters. Should we return to Bryxton together after that?"

'Alright, I'll pick you up tomorrow.'

A warm feeling gradually rose in my chest as I read his reply. Then, I walked toward the bedroom to apply makeup while changing into a pink pinafore dress.

I didn't apply too much makeup. Instead, I opted for a youthful and refreshing look with a ponytail and light lipstick.

When I walked downstairs, I noticed that Emma had messaged me. 'Renee, do you want to meet up at the bar tonight?'

She had really accepted me as a friend for her to remember to call me out!

I texted back, 'I'm sorry, I don't think I can make it. I'm going to Bryxton.'

She replied in a split second, asking, 'What are you going to do at Bryxton?'

'I'm substituting for a few classes. Don't worry. I'll be back by tomorrow night.'

Another text message popped up, 'Bring me along with you.'

I'm not going there to fool around…

But for some unknown reason, I didn't have the heart to tell her no. So, I ended up picking a car Emma would like before driving to her house to pick her up.

When I arrived, she was already waiting by the door. Perhaps it was because she had waited for a long time. After all, when I saw her, she was kicking some pebbles out of boredom.

Today, she was wearing a white vest paired with a short skirt and her style today looked even more refreshing than mine. However, she didn't wear any makeup.

She circled the car in amazement and praised, "Renee, you really have a lot of sports cars in your garage!''

Emma was younger than me by seven years, yet she kept calling me by my name. However, it was a completely different feeling compared to Quinn. Her voice was pleasant to listen to, whereas Quinn's voice only evoked feelings of disgust.

I smiled in response. "Are you ready for a ride?"

She put on her sunglasses and replied, "Naturally."

Her phone started ringing the moment she sat in the car. When I tilted my head toward the noise, I inadvertently saw that the caller was Christopher.

I was surprised when I saw that, but I concealed it quickly. I watched as Emma picked up the call and asked indifferently, "What do you want?"

I've never seen anyone speaking to Christopher in that tone of voice before. It was a voice filled with impatience as if he had been pestering her for a long time. Of course, this made me even curious as multiple questions began to appear in my mind.

"Emma, about what happened that day—"

She cut him off impatiently, "I've already told you, it's not a big deal."

"Emma, I have to take responsibility."

There was a look of bewilderment on my face. What did he do that he would call just to take responsibility for it?!