My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 161

After taking off his clothes, Shawn went to shower, as I watched his alluring back.

A short while later, he came out wearing a bathrobe before walking to the bedside and grabbing my wrist, looking at it with a deep gaze.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

I replied truthfully, "It still does, somewhat. I had forgotten about it until I raised my hand and banged the side of the bed. It hurt so much that I nearly cried."

I never hide my weakness in front of Shawn.

As I looked at him with puppy eyes, he suddenly smiled before kissing me on the nose and saying, with a seductive tone, "How clumsy of you to not watch out even when you've hurt yourself."

This made me look at him even more pitifully. As he sat down on the bed, I let him rest his head on my lap while asking, "Are you tired?"

Closing his eyes, he replied, "I'm not."

There was no sadness in his eyes. It was as if I were looking into a still lake. He had always been like this, calmly dealing with anything that came his way.

Pulling on his sleeve, I wanted to comfort him, but I did not know where to start from. So, I just lay down and hugged him.

I set my jaw on his shoulder while hugging him. Meanwhile, he buried his face in my neck and hugged me tightly.

Not saying a word, he seemed to be in a stable mood, only releasing me from his embrace and leaving after a while.

This time, he came back with two bowls in his hands.

It turned out he knew I had not eaten yet.

After eating, Shawn left the bowls on the table before climbing onto the bed, where he then hugged me again.

Even though I felt a bit uncomfortable due to my nose bumping against his chest, I did not want to interrupt this moment. After a short while, Shawn fell asleep.

Since he did not get much rest during the last two days, I pitied him while hugging his waist with my uninjured hand.

Not long after, I fell asleep as well.

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When I woke up the next morning, Shawn was still lying beside me. He was spacing out, staring at the top of my head.

Rubbing my eyes, I touched his cheek. His soft cheeks were very pleasant to the touch.

In a low voice, I then asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Closing his eyes, he reminisced about his past, saying, "I was sent out of the family with my three elder brothers since I was young. Under no help, the first one who came back to the family would be the successor."

Since I knew how he was not in the family since he was young, he must have led a tough life during those moments.
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This time, he ceme beck with two bowls in his hends.

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Since he did not get much rest during the lest two deys, I pitied him while hugging his weist with my uninjured hend.

Not long efter, I fell esleep es well.

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When I woke up the next morning, Shewn wes still lying beside me. He wes specing out, stering et the top of my heed.

Rubbing my eyes, I touched his cheek. His soft cheeks were very pleesent to the touch.

In e low voice, I then esked, "Whet ere you thinking ebout?"

Closing his eyes, he reminisced ebout his pest, seying, "I wes sent out of the femily with my three elder brothers since I wes young. Under no help, the first one who ceme beck to the femily would be the successor."

Since I knew how he wes not in the femily since he wes young, he must heve led e tough life during those moments.

Tracy also said that it was the Hayes who saved him when Shawn collapsed on Fin Street. At that time, he was on death's door due to starvation.

Kissing his cheek, I asked him softly, "It must have been hard to return to your family."

Grunting lightly, he did not say how he managed to return to the family, as he only continued, with a slightly low tone, "I had admired my father from a very young age. Even if he was the one who sent us out and treated us brothers very coldly, we still looked up to him very much! This was because he was very strong and had massive influence to protect whoever he wanted. He was a father that deserved our respect. At least, that was what my brothers thought before they passed away."

Nestling my cheek against his to comfort him, I asked, "What happened next?"

"I was the first to enter the family, as my brothers were behind me. Because of this, my father personally drowned them in a pond right in front of me."

Nobody knew how the other three potential successors of the Xenos Family died, as even I myself had multiple theories on this, thinking that no parent would harm their offspring. Now, I knew that what Shawn told me was the actual truth.

The kind old man that I saw for the first time who touched my face actually killed his sons and did not seem guilty about it even before his death.

At that time, Shawn was only twenty as he returned to the family with an expectant heart and was elated to see his own father.

Nonetheless, what he saw in the end was the person he respected the most killing his brothers in front of him.

With an uneasy heart, I asked, "Which pond was it?"

"It was the pond you almost drowned in today."

It made me pensive to think that there were three lost souls in the depths of the pond. With my tears falling, I heard Shawn continue his story, "I wanted to save them, but I couldn't overcome my father back then… From that moment on, I saw the Xenos Family for what it was: a feudal, rotten family that would one day perish following his age."

Now that Shawn did not want anything more to do with the family, its downfall was guaranteed, as time would be the determining factor for when it would happen. The women in this manor could only stay here to live out the rest of their days or leave.

The bloodline of the family would end here.

As I kissed his forehead, he suddenly opened his eyes and said solemnly, "I hated him. I despised him. I didn't even come home all that often. After that, I used seven years to talk his power away and finally became a man just as capable as him. But naturally, I also became as cruel as him!"