My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 202

His crisp scent attacked my senses. Distracted, I shut my eyes and told the other guy, "I don't have a boyfriend, but I can't give you my number either because I don't know you. Sorry."

As a result, the handsome guy left, looking disenchanted. I released myself from Shawn's embrace and gave him a side-eye. "I am not close to you either."

His face was as expressionless as ever. He glanced at my belly and pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something but decided against it.

When I was about to leave, he grabbed my wrist. I turned back to stare at his wispy fingers around my wrist.

"Ray, are you refusing to recognize me?"

Just eight months ago, I missed him dearly with my entire soul; I did not want to part with him either. For that, I took two personal trips to Finland—no—if I counted the time he was in prison, I had made a total of three trips there but failed to meet him!

Was it fair to blame that on him? It was not within my right to do so.

Everything was on me.

I could not even blame the incident that happened to my kids on him because I insisted on giving birth to them.

Tears glistened in my eyes as I muttered, "I don't know you at all."

He fell silent but continued to stare at me with crystal-clear eyes.

Unable to resist his glance, I quickly turned around to escape and he did not attempt to make me stay. In the car, I looked at the part of my skin that was held by him, disoriented and still smelling his scent.

I missed him so much and I badly wanted to hug him. I was dying to pour out the discontent in my heart to him.

Despite my strong feelings, I dared not take the step. I was suffering from guilt for the harm I had inflicted on him. How did we end up like this?

Back in the apartment, I slumped onto the couch. Not long after, Anthony gave me a call before I heard him reporting back, "Miss, the doctor I am tracking killed herself last night. She was survived by two kids and her husband. None of them know the reason behind her suicide. I guess our clue ends here."

If that was the case, Nicholas was our only hope left. I ordered, "Keep an eye on Nick."

There must have been a reason for the doctor's suicide. I firmly believed that Nicholas was not as cruel as to harm the fetus I had been carrying. As long as my kids were with him, he would be exposed one day.

Soon, Emma sent me a text. 'Renee, want to join us for drinks? Merlin and my gang are all here.'

Since I had turned her down last night, I did not want to be a buzzkill again today. Plus, she recently returned from abroad and it was time to celebrate that, so I replied, 'Okay, let's meet tonight.'

By then, it was almost dusk, and there were a few hours left before dinner. I went back to the bedroom and opened the safe, where I took out the vintage ring that Shawn gifted me before. To be honest, the ring looked good on his slender and pale fingers, and he also seemed to love this style.

I wore the ring as a necklace and put on some makeup at the dresser. Then, I changed into a strapless black camisole top that exposed a large swath of my skin. I completed the outfit with a pair of casual black pants.

Next, I put my hair down and examined myself in the mirror. How bewitching and alluring! I was a goddess.

That was not an exaggeration. To borrow May's words, she once said, "Renee is the epitome of beauty."

I did not drive to the dinner. Instead, I hailed a cab there. When I arrived, I found Merlin alone on the lounge chair, so I went over and asked, "Where are the others?"

"They're on their way." He poured me a drink. I took two sips and said crossly, "I will drink till I drop."

He then gave me an amused look. "Sure, do it."

"But it's not good for my health."

He encouraged me, "It's fine to get drunk once in a while."

I beamed. "Can I?"

"Yes. I'll drive you home."

My smile widened. He said, "Fancy a dance?"

I was with Merlin when I experienced my first dance at a club. That was the first time I experienced a strong passion for life.

He even drew on his cigarette and puffed in my mouth, but the kiss had no other meaning.

Sensing my hesitation, he guided me onto the stage, where he started twisting his body. It did not take me long before I start dancing to his rhythm. Amidst that, he suddenly whispered into my ear, "My darling, you look exceptionally sexy tonight."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't fool around! I don't want us to trend on Twitter tomorrow and get called a sl*t."

"Pfft. Who cares about what they think?"

Without warning, he pulled me into his embrace. I looked at him and warned coolly, "Don't cross the line."

He let go of me for a twirl. Then, he whispered, "How boring! It's just dancing."

I took his hand and chuckled. "Of course, we can dance, but keep our distance. I don't want to be trending as the target of internet wrath tomorrow."

“Okay. I'll listen to you.”

Even so, he pulled me into a hug again. My exposed belly leaned against his belt, and I could clearly feel his manhood. Feeling hot, I hurriedly pulled back and suggested, “Let's drink.”

However, Emma and the others had not arrived even after I got drunk. With my head spinning, I made a call to her. "Sorry! I'm stuck in traffic," she said.

"When will you be here?"