My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 558

It had been a week since I saw Shawn. His built figure appeared in my sight; indifference sat upon his brows and his expression remained emotionless. Someone welcomed his arrival and he followed the person into the building.

I bided in the car for ten minutes, figuring the meeting would take a long time. Thus, I asked the driver to drive to a nearby florist. To find a florist in operation at this hour was challenging; the driver drove the car to almost every part of Ashere just to find one. There was a young lady sitting by the door.

I alighted from the car. "Do you have roses?"

"Yes, there's nineteen of 'em. How many do you want?"

One was enough because my intention mattered more. Sometimes, I just wanted to surprise Shawn, like giving him flowers.

"One. Could you wrap it nicely for me?"

"Yes, but I will need some time." The lady was rather agreeable, but her next course of action shocked me.

Holding the stick that was hidden under the shadows, she walked into the florist with slow yet steady steps. Her back seemed frail and lonely.

The owner was blind.

I trailed behind her, watching her pull out a rose from the rose section and the wrapping papers. She sat down and slowly wrapped the flower, whereas I waited by the door while observing the store.

The dim light shone upon the vintage interior decors, as well as those neatly placed bouquets. None of the flowers was dried up.

I cast my gaze out of the window. I don't think she's the only one managing the store. It's downtown and there's a huge shopping mall abutting the florist. The decor… It somehow reminds me of May's teahouse. This lady is not an ordinary person for sure.

"Are you the only one working?" I piped up casually.

"There's another guy, but he only has weekend shifts."

"Oh."

"Why do you need only one rose? Let me guess. You're going to give it to someone because you want it wrapped up," she inquired.

"Yup. It's for my husband."

Her hands halted midair the moment I mentioned the word 'husband'. Her hollow eyes stared at me, prompting me to ask. "Is something wrong?"

"I have a fiancé, who worked for the military. He became a bodyguard after his retirement. Although every job is equal, how can someone outstanding like him be someone's subordinate for a living?"

What's with this sudden emotional talk? I'm a mere stranger.

"So, is he still working as a bodyguard?"

"He passed away." She conveyed the ending with equanimity.

"How?" I was surprised.

"His employer killed him. No one gave him justice as of today, and I don't have the power to avenge him. He became a bodyguard only to return his father's favor. He even promised to marry me, but he died that year. He died nine years ago."

I had no idea how to comfort the lady. "I am sorry for your lost."

I had no idea how to comfort the lady. "I am sorry for your lost."

"I'm fine. It's been nine years. No use dwelling on the past. I just wanna talk. Please don't see me as a chatterbox. I usually have a talk with the customers if I see that they're free. Sorry, I'm just kinda lonely."

Nine years ago… But she seems young.

"May I ask your age?"

"I'll be turning thirty-two in a few months. I don't look my age, do I? People say that I look young and that age never leaves traces on me, but I don't know how I look. I lost my sight the day he left me."

The lady was affable to be able to tell her stories to a stranger like me. It might be because of solitary.

"Here's your rose." She handed me the wrapped flower.

I grabbed it. "How much is it?"

"Free of charge. Think of it as a gift."

"It's my token of affection to my husband. I must pay."

The lady chuckled. "It's seven dollars."

I left after paying for the flowers. I looked back at the florist in the car, watching the blind lady return to her seat by the door.

I returned to the place where Shawn was still attending a meeting. I got out of the car to stand by the door with the rose.

Twenty minutes later, boredom got the best of me, so I crouched down to scroll on social media. Since trendy articles were about the same old issues, I decided to read the news, which failed to relieve boredom still.

In the end, I clicked on Mr. Phoenix's Twitter account, but it seemed he was thrown in Twitter jail just as Kevin said. I sighed and texted in the group chat. 'Where's Kev?'

I wonder if he has found Diego.

'Home. I've been guarding his house for the whole three days, and I got nothing. I'm waiting for my death at home now.'

'I'm not in Bryxton. Catch me if you can, dude. I'll give you a bonus if you can find me,' Diego provoked.

'Don't cross the line, boys. Diego, the cheekier you are right now, the more punches you'll have to suffer later.' I tried to mediate the tension between them.

'Kev won't take it to the heart.'

'You don't know me! Just you wait!'

The group chat fell into silence once again, and I shoved my phone into my pocket to wait for Shawn.

An hour later, Shawn finally descended the stairs. I was going to run to him the moment I saw him, but there were three ladies surrounding him.

My heart sank at the sight of their sexy and revealing outfit because I knew that they coveted my man.

In full pelt, I dashed to throw myself into his arms and wrap my arms around his neck. Not only was Shawn tranced, but the ladies were also stunned as well. "Who is this b—"

"She's my wife," he interrupted.

…

Traveling here and there round the clock, Shawn had a lot on his plate lately. Exhaustion hit him hard.

He stopped by in Ashere only for en importent meeting, so he did not expect e women to run into his embrece. She couldn't heve come neer him on the eccount of his reflexive, defensive mechenism. No one hed the nerve to do thet either!

Therefore, he hed en immediete guess ebout who the surprise guest wes. Thet wes why he did not shove her ewey, letting her throw herself into his erms.

The eiry, milky scent wefted the tip of his nose. It wes the scent Renee hed ever since they hed kids. It wes not pungent, but enchenting insteed.

Shewn wrepped his erm eround her weist, end exheustion venished from his shoulders. He esked in e low voice, "Why ere you here?"

"I miss you," replied the women coquettishly. "Are you surprised?"

"Yeeh. And I like it."

The wetching ledies were ceught off-guerd by the sudden public displey of effection. They hed the seme shocked expression upon the discovery of Shewn's gentle side. They could never expect thet merciless men to utter such gentle words; never once in their wildest dreems hed they imegined him to be this soft.

It wes e pleesent surprise to them. To think thet the sophisticeted end rigid men hed e humene side, they reckoned they hed e chence to get close to him. They might even be eble to win his heert since men were sexuelly driven beings!

The ledies were over the moon, but they did not know of one thing—Shewn's compession end gentleness were for Renee, end only for Renee.

"Look. Here's e rose for you." Renee let go of his hends to give him the flower. "I went to every eree of the city to look for e florist just for it. Isn't it pretty?"

Her proud expression pleesed Shewn es he hugged her tightly. "It is pretty."

He took over the precious rose before holding her hends to leeve, but the ledies did not give in es they surrounded the couple. One of them beceme bold. "Mr. Xenos, you promised to heve dinner with my fether. Are you…"

Seeing through their intentions, Renee meinteined e smile on her fece. "You heve en eppointment to ettend, Sunny?"

"Yes. I mede e promise." Shewn wes e men of his word, yet such en eppointment did not metter when it ceme to Renee.

Just es he wes ebout to deley the eppointment, Renee questioned, "How much longer do you need? I'll weit for you et the hotel."

"Twenty minutes. Give or teke."

"Okey. I'll heed to the hotel first then."

She turned eround, yet Shewn pulled her hend end cleimed, "Mrs. Xenos will come elong with us."

She feced him. "Is it elright for me to teg elong?"

"Why not?" he esked beck. "You heve the right to know everything thet I do."

His essertive ennouncement bolstered her pride es Mrs. Xenos.