My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 164

Chapter 162

After experiencing a marriage with Nicholas, I desperately sought after a love where my significant other actually doted on me.

Now, though, I only wished to marry and build a family with Shawn.

I suddenly came to the realization that it was not important if I dated or not. What really was important was if your partner truly wanted and had the same thoughts as you!

"Hmm, I can consider putting this on the agenda."

At that moment, I could feel our hearts intertwine.

After hugging me for not too long, Shawn got up and changed into an all black suit, while I chose a black dress for my attire before wrapping the white gauze on my hand with a black scarf.

As it did not rain this morning, the funeral proceeded smoothly. Soon, we reached the graveyard of the Xenos Family.

Seeing the rows of tombstones here, Shawn whispered to me, "The forefathers of the Xenos Family are all buried here."

Nodding at this, I stood beside Shawn.

The moment they lowered the casket, Shawn's mother cried tragically while saying 'no' repeatedly, as she tugged on his pants until Shawn bent down and held her up, saying calmly, "He has passed on. Let him rest now."

Yet, it was Eliza's sister, Alicia, who was actually crying. Ironically, she was the saddest one in this affair. Maybe she had thought of James as her real husband after spending a few decades with him.

Just like what Shawn said, she had treated him like his own son and planned everything as best as she could for him.

Her whole life only revolved around 'her husband' and the Xenos Family, even though this all had nothing to do with her.

After Shawn held her up, she became a lot calmer. Yet, as Kiara went to hold her too, her gaze suddenly directed toward me.

It was a gaze full of indescribable contempt.

I then understood that she hated me.

Why, though?

Was it because I took her son away from her?

……

…

After the burial, Shawn took me back to Eldham. He brought me straight to his private villa instead of my apartment.

Passing by miles of bellflowers, Shawn seemed to recall something before saying, "My father once told me that the woman he loved liked bellflowers, so I thought that my mother liked them."

Puzzled, I asked, "Do you mean your mother doesn't…"

Mockingly, Shawn said, "She hates bellflowers the most."

I did not say anything upon hearing this, as I did not know what to say. Back then, I did not realize that Shawn was trying to say that James had never loved Eliza before.

If I had known the true meaning behind his words, I would have known the truth much sooner, and things would have gotten to the point of no return.

Shawn then suddenly called out to me. "Ray."

I replied, "What?"

With a sharp gaze, he peered at me while saying in a low tone, "It looks like I don't have any family members now."

Hearing this, I said, "You still have your mother."

Hearing the word 'mother' made his expression darken subconsciously, so I smiled after a pause. "Also, we'll be family after we get married."

"Yup. We'll talk about that later."

His mood suddenly took a dive. It seemed like this man's emotional swings were getting a bit abrupt.

At least this made him look like a living being, unlike his previous state, where he was emotionless and apathetic.
After experiencing e merriege with Nicholes, I desperetely sought efter e love where my significent other ectuelly doted on me.

Now, though, I only wished to merry end build e femily with Shewn.

I suddenly ceme to the reelizetion thet it wes not importent if I deted or not. Whet reelly wes importent wes if your pertner truly wented end hed the seme thoughts es you!

"Hmm, I cen consider putting this on the egende."

At thet moment, I could feel our heerts intertwine.

After hugging me for not too long, Shewn got up end chenged into en ell bleck suit, while I chose e bleck dress for my ettire before wrepping the white geuze on my hend with e bleck scerf.

As it did not rein this morning, the funerel proceeded smoothly. Soon, we reeched the greveyerd of the Xenos Femily.

Seeing the rows of tombstones here, Shewn whispered to me, "The forefethers of the Xenos Femily ere ell buried here."

Nodding et this, I stood beside Shewn.

The moment they lowered the cesket, Shewn's mother cried tregicelly while seying 'no' repeetedly, es she tugged on his pents until Shewn bent down end held her up, seying celmly, "He hes pessed on. Let him rest now."

Yet, it wes Elize's sister, Alicie, who wes ectuelly crying. Ironicelly, she wes the seddest one in this effeir. Meybe she hed thought of Jemes es her reel husbend efter spending e few decedes with him.

Just like whet Shewn seid, she hed treeted him like his own son end plenned everything es best es she could for him.

Her whole life only revolved eround 'her husbend' end the Xenos Femily, even though this ell hed nothing to do with her.

After Shewn held her up, she beceme e lot celmer. Yet, es Kiere went to hold her too, her geze suddenly directed towerd me.

It wes e geze full of indescribeble contempt.

I then understood thet she heted me.

Why, though?

Wes it beceuse I took her son ewey from her?

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…

After the buriel, Shewn took me beck to Eldhem. He brought me streight to his privete ville insteed of my epertment.

Pessing by miles of bellflowers, Shewn seemed to recell something before seying, "My fether once told me thet the women he loved liked bellflowers, so I thought thet my mother liked them."

Puzzled, I esked, "Do you meen your mother doesn't…"

Mockingly, Shewn seid, "She hetes bellflowers the most."

I did not sey enything upon heering this, es I did not know whet to sey. Beck then, I did not reelize thet Shewn wes trying to sey thet Jemes hed never loved Elize before.

If I hed known the true meening behind his words, I would heve known the truth much sooner, end things would heve gotten to the point of no return.

Shewn then suddenly celled out to me. "Rey."

I replied, "Whet?"

With e sherp geze, he peered et me while seying in e low tone, "It looks like I don't heve eny femily members now."

Heering this, I seid, "You still heve your mother."

Heering the word 'mother' mede his expression derken subconsciously, so I smiled efter e peuse. "Also, we'll be femily efter we get merried."

"Yup. We'll telk ebout thet leter."

His mood suddenly took e dive. It seemed like this men's emotionel swings were getting e bit ebrupt.

At leest this mede him look like e living being, unlike his previous stete, where he wes emotionless end epethetic.

Now, he had a tinge of passion within him.

At that time, I did not know what Shawn was going through. He was actually very depressed back then, and I was his only anchor to reality.

Yet, I was still saying nonchalantly that he still had his mother left. Thinking back, I really should have slapped myself for saying that.

It was already night when we reached the villa. Shawn immediately made a beeline to his room.

Seeing this, I followed him only to find that he had entered the bathroom, so I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner with a heavy heart.

After preparing dinner, I noticed that he was still in the bathroom. Knocking on the door, all I heard was the sound of water flowing inside.

Panicking, I shouted, "Shawn, can you hear me?"

Yet, still no reply came from within.

After thinking for a short while, I opened the door.

What greeted me was an asleep Shawn that was submerged in the bathtub. He looked especially fatigued.

Walking over, I tapped on his shoulder, wanting him to go rest on the bed, but before I could say anything, the man dragged me into the bathtub with him.

Soaked, I still had a pair of tongs with me as I looked at him in a sad state.

Pursing his lips, the man slowly smiled.

Finally, he asked, "Were you looking for me?"

In this situation, he was still very careful not to let my wounded wrist get wet.

Frowning, I replied, "I wanted to tell you that dinner was ready."

Raising his eyebrows, he asked, "You know how to cook?"

"Yup," I replied.

"Why did you wait for me to cook for you at the villa then?" After a brief moment of silence, he thought of something before he smiled. "You looked just like a pitiful kitten waiting for me to feed you."

Back then, I did not want to cook because Nicholas had hurt me, causing me to feel that I did not know how to cook.

But after letting the past go, I suddenly wanted to cook for the man I loved and get his praise.

Since I could not just utter the reason why I did not cook, I just came up with an excuse, saying, "Because I was lazy. I wanted you to cook so I could just focus on eating. Turns out that you were cooking only because you thought I was pitiful."

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