My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 502

Troy and I made the trending topic once, and I could still recall how I accepted his bouquet of roses on Amy's behalf. Of course, I knew him! Shouldn't Ian know about all of this? It seems like he's asking me this question with some other motive. He's probably trying to probe me for some information!

'I know him,' I replied.

'Did you help him to woo Eve?' Ian asked. It was then that I realized what was going on—he was there to investigate my innocence in this matter! 'I didn't do such a thing,' I replied after giving it some thought.

'But I saw your account name in the list of rewards on Swan that day. I saw Sir Larson's account as well. Both you and Sir Larson are on Eve's side! What should I do about that?!' Ian replied.

He's not divorced, so why is he asking about all these things? I thought. However, I felt some sympathy for him as well. The poor guy… I finally managed to come up with an answer. 'Eve was the one who told us to do it, and I just wanted to help her out… I do hope that you and Eve get together, Ian, but you're not divorced yet… Eve doesn't seem like she wants to turn back around anytime soon either…'

'Are you saying that she doesn't want me anymore?' Ian asked. Isn't he the one who dumped Amy in the first place? I thought. Ugh, romantic relationships are just too puzzling. I got out of my chair and went over to curl up in Shawn's arms. As I responded to Ian with a voice note, I habitually ran my fingers across Shawn's muscles. "I tried to help you, but I'm not that close to Eve, Ian. I can't say much. I think you should sit down and talk with her."

Ian no longer replied to me after that. "Personally, I don't think Eve will get back with Ian," I told Shawn in a firm tone.

"I know," he replied firmly. I was puzzled. "How did you know, Sunny?" The sun was warm, and I felt myself getting sleepy as I lay in Shawn's arms. He positioned one arm on my waist as he explained himself to me. "Just take a look at their personalities. Amy is egoistic and hard-headed. She wouldn't want someone who doesn't want her or someone who has been with others."

"Do you think she cares about the fact that she would be Ian's second marriage?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm sure she cares." Shawn massaged my waist as he spoke. "Try guessing why Amy would pick Troy." I felt like Shawn was some higher being at that moment. "Do you know the answer?" I asked with a hint of admiration in my voice.

"Troy is young and clean, and he doesn't have any scandals. The main difference is his age. Someone of his age and status wouldn't be allowed to have any scandals, so he probably is extremely careful about that. That's exactly what Amy wants. Perhaps she has been eyeing him for a while," Shawn uttered.

"Is Amy sure about Troy already?" I asked.

"Yeah. She's just waiting to seal the deal." The sea breeze was cooling, and we could hear the waves lapping against the shore. I rose from Shawn's arms and entered the ocean for a while before Shawn got up and squatted on the wooden ledge in front of me. "I'll teach you to swim in a few days," he uttered with a wide grin.

"It's not too deep here, so I can waddle around for a while," I replied. He nodded before going back to scrolling my phone on the beach chair. "What are you watching, Sunny?" I asked from where I was in the ocean. "I'm looking at the group messages and chatting with them." He's using my account to chat… Fine. He can do what he wants. It's rare for him to do this, anyway, I thought.

I didn't feel like leaving the ocean, but I was worried that Shawn would get bored, so I got out of the water and took off my bralette before placing it on the wooden ledge for it to dry under the sun. Shawn shifted his gaze to look at me for a while, and I widened my eyes as I questioned him. "What are you looking at? It's not as if you've never seen me like this," I replied.

"You sure are a daring one, Ray," Shawn replied. "I thought you were going to say that I was shameless," I replied. "You're my wife, so it's not appropriate for me to use that term." Shawn lowered his phone after that. "Are you hungry?"

"Not yet. Let me lie here for a while more before I prepare us a meal," I replied. I lay around for another ten minutes before I went back to the hut and grabbed one of Shawn's white t-shirts. I then threw it on and went down to the kitchen. I had my phone with me, so I revisited the group chat to see the old messages.

Shawn hadn't said much—he simply used my style of typing to chat with them for a while more. I put my phone away and prepared a meal for us.

Shawn couldn't take seafood, but fortunately, there were fresh vegetables and pasta that had been prepared in the kitchen. I made a simple dish with pasta and some greens. I even made sunny side up eggs since they had some eggs in the fridge. I took a large plate and filled it up with food for Shawn before I prepared a smaller plate of food for myself.

When I went back to the hut, I found Shawn with his head lowered as he loosened the bandages on himself. "Try this," I said while handing him his plate. "It's good," he replied after trying a mouthful of food. I knew it was good, of course. I was good at cooking. When I was with Nicholas, I used to… I kept denying my cooking abilities after I got a divorce from him. I subconsciously tricked myself into believing that I couldn't cook. I was too depressed during that period. Well, that's all in the past now, I thought.

I finished up my meal quickly, and then I watched while Shawn devoured his. He's so handsome. I bet no one in this world has a better skin complexion than him. I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, and he froze for a moment. "Don't you have any self-control at all?" he teased.

"I just really like you." I spread my lips into a smile.

"Calm down. You look like you're about to eat me up," he replied. I smacked myself on the face playfully. "Alright. I'll go out for some sun." I was worried that I would lose control and cling to Shawn for too long, so I headed out to lie on the beach chair again. When I pulled my phone out to look at the group chat, I saw that Emma had sent a screenshot of a 20 million transfer. 'My allowance for the month from the husband. He promised it'll be a monthly thing,' she announced along with the picture.

'I'm jealous,' Amy replied.

'Are all pianists so rich? Is he transferring all his money to you so that you can manage his funds?' Kevin asked.

'Didn't you just say that he's a calculative guy?' I replied.