My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 215

Chapter 215

"Love? Are you trying to shackle me in the name of love?" The man's question had always been sharp. His merciless gaze landed upon Tracy and he uttered coldly, "Your love is a burden to me."

Trembling, she retreated and tripped on her foot. "Fine. Have it your way, then. I don't care who becomes the head of the Hayes Family. Besides, Diego fits in that position better than I do. I've told you that I've never cared about my family anyway. Do whatever you want!"

However, these words did not scratch the man's ears at all. Her love, ire, and grief resembled a clown dancing before him. As such, he simply ordered, "Diego, don't ever bring her to me again. She's prohibited from Bryxton."

Tracy was shocked at that as she chuckled wryly. "What a cruel man. Don't worry. I don't care a fig about you anymore!"

As of today, she was the only one who dared to speak that boldly to Shawn. Having said that, she took her leave with a darkened expression, returning the silence to the air.

Once she left, Diego remarked, "It's a waste of energy to argue with her. Don't you know how that brat's temper goes?"

"I don't even want to see her," replied Shawn disdainfully.

"She'll apologize to you after a while."

Shawn questioned back, "Have I ever taken my words back?"

Surprise clouded Diego's countenance. "Are you serious about what you've sai—"

Shawn got up from the chaise and voiced out his opinion, "Tracy isn't fit for the Hayes Family. She'll bring the family down. You heard her. She's uninterested in the Hayes."

Diego elucidated, "She was just throwing a fit."

"Grown-ups should be responsible for their words and actions." Shawn then switched the topic since he did not wish to discuss Tracy anymore. "Let's talk about the Saunders Family."

"To the study. It's hot out here," suggested Diego.

The weather was bearable, but he did not want to tan his fair skin. The group proceeded to the study room, where I sat by the bed. Not long after, Diego shouted my name from downstairs.

I walked to the balcony and saw he was lying where Shawn was moments ago. His teeth held a cigarette as he inquired, "I've asked Emma yesterday. She's still in Bryxton, so how about a trip with me?"

I had been traveling around for the past two days and had yet to recover from the fatigue. Furthermore, I would like to spend more time with Shawn, so I refused, "I'm not going there for now."

He flashed a grin. "Shawn has something to do in Bryxton later. We can go to Emma first before meeting up with him."

That piqued my interest. "What kind of plan he has there?"

Diego inhaled the tip of the cigarette with an intrigued expression. "The elders have spoken, so what else can he do?" After a momentary pause, he smiled. "Maybe it's about him settling down."

The elders… I thought of the fact that Shawn's mother was residing in Bryxton. Did she call Sunny over for something important?

"Stay here. I'll be right back," I told Diego.

I went into the room and tied my hair into a ponytail before looking for Shawn. He was currently painting in the study room, so relaxed as ever. With my best coaxing skills, I nudged against him and tugged on his arm. "Sunny, I heard from Diego that you're heading to Bryxton later in the afternoon. How about Diego and I come to you later after we meet up with Emma?"

He put down the brush in his hand to caress my head out of habit. In a husky voice, he inquired, "It's been a long day. Aren't you tired?"

I am, but I prefer staying next to him. I would love to accompany him wherever he goes.

I answered honestly, "I wanna stay with you."

The corner of his lips curled upward lazily when he heard that. His smiling face had always been this way—the complete opposite of his rigid persona. At that moment, I could not rein in the urge to kiss the corner of his lips, so I did.

Perhaps because he was not used to my advances, he pushed me into his embrace and chided gently, "Stop the games." He was pampering me.

I smiled in reply. "You don't like it?"

Shawn responded with only silence, but I did not mind it. Lowering my gaze, I asked, "What are you painting? Roses? But the petals are too little for that."

He explained, "Lisianthus."

"You are a talented one," I praised wholeheartedly.

He went speechless. Subsequently, he held the brush again and traced the vivid lines. Once he finished painting the lisianthus, an hour had passed. It was only then he set down the brush. "You should change your clothes and find Diego."
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