My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 134

The rain was becoming a torrent, and I was getting drenched. I kept my phone away from the rain, using my body

as a shield. There was a lot of stuff I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him how lonely I felt, but I swallowed my

words in the end. I looked at Gary with difficulty and noticed that he was drenched and pale as a tombstone. The icy

rainwater was washing the blood away from his face. We were both wounded, and the rain would only exacerbate

our blood loss. If nobody came to save us in time, we would die. However, I felt no fear since I had faced death in

the face a few times before. I chatted with Gary. "It's been nine years since you started working for me, Gary. You

have been by my side since I took over the family and helped me out a lot."

"It's my job, Miss Felix."

Gary's voice was barely a whisper now. My whole body felt numb, as if it didn't even belong to me. I held my phone

as tightly as I could. I wanted to talk to Shawn, but the thought of his indifference scared me. I could never put my

ego aside just to make him happy. So, instead, I hung up and tossed my phone away. Gary kept talking to me, but I

stopped replying to him after a while.

A long time later, I vaguely heard someone saying, "Sir, she's in the backseat. We need about fifteen minutes to get

rid of this door."

A man asked icily, "How are her vitals looking?"

"Not good, sir."

The man said again, his voice as cold as ice, "Get that door out of the way right now."

The voices stopped, but the rain did not. It got even worse. I thought I had a dream. In that dream, Dad, Mom,

Quinn, and I lived our happiest lives. The scene then changed to the day before Christmas Eve. I was lying on the

bed, peacefully awaiting my demise. I had no idea I fell for the wrong person then. The scene changed again, and

this time, it was when I first met Shawn. He kissed me in the river, and I heard him say, "You can't escape."

Finally, Shawn picked me up from the ground. I stared at him dumbly as someone checked my wounds. When I was

in his arms, I vaguely heard someone say, "She's wounded on her thighs, back, and arms. She's in critical

condition."

The man holding me asked, "Where's the nearest village?"

"It's twenty minutes away, sir."

"Treat her wounds first," the man ordered.

I stared around me dazedly, unable to comprehend what was happening around me. Everything felt slow, and my

body felt like it had been in a freezer. I felt someone taking my pants off to treat my wounds. I gasped in pain, and

tears kept falling down my cheeks. The man said again, "Get her some anesthetic."

The anesthetic worked its magic, and the pain faded. I held the man as tightly as I could. "Where's Gary?"

The man grabbed my hand. "He's fine," he assured.

I heaved a sigh of relief and blacked out in his embrace. When I woke up again, I found myself in a small house. My

bed was beside the window, and I could hear the rain still screaming outside. I looked around myself and saw

Shawn standing at the door. He was staring into the raindrops falling against the glass of the window. Instead of his

black suit, the man was wearing a black trench coat, and it made him look even more aloof than usual. I always

thought that he was a man I could never hope to reach until now; I still found it difficult to accept that he would

agree to be in a relationship with me. I found it even more challenging to recall how passionate he was in bed

because even though we had that experience with each other, he still came off as a distant stranger. That feeling

was so strong that I could never remove it from my mind.

I turned around by reflex, but every cell in my body screamed out in pain. I gasped. The man noticed it, and he

turned around. He came up to me, holding my slender arm with his big hand and helping me up. Shawn placed a

soft pillow behind me. I leaned back into it, and it felt comfortable. I stared at him in silence as he combed my hair

with his hand, then massaged my temples. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he asked me gently, "Does it still

hurt, Myra?"

"Yes, but I can take it." I stared down at the ground. "How's Gary doing?"

Shawn sat beside me as he replied, "He's not in any danger. Waylen sent him back to Eldham last night. He's safe."

I pursed my lips and stopped talking.

Shawn asked, "Are you hungry?"

He was really gentle, but I replied calmly, "No."

Curious, he asked, "Why'd you come here?"

I remembered that my parents could be in danger, so I asked, "Where did the accident happen?"

Shawn gave me a weird look. Then, a moment later, he answered, "Not really far from where we are now."

"How far are we from Eldham?"

Shawn pursed his lips, and a frown furrowed his brows. "About eighteen and a half miles."

Eighteen and a half miles? So we're about sixty-two miles away from Montreal. I heaved a sigh of relief. Good thing

I've left Montreal far, far behind, or my birth parents would hurt Dad and Mom. What Dad told me was too shocking

of a fact. I could not understand why my mother wanted them to leave. Did my birth father notice something? Oh

yeah. Dad did say my birth father suspected something's off, so he's been looking for me. Does that mean my birth

mother sent me to the Felixes without letting my birth father know? One question was answered only for two more

to take its place. Why did she do that? Everything was shrouded in a fog of mystery. I thought I had found out the

truth, but it only led me into a bigger web of dangerous schemes. The only lead I had was the slip Dad gave me.

Fortunately, I had saved the number before I got into the car crash. It would be impossible to find that slip

otherwise. Besides, rainwater would have smudged the writing.

My silence caught his attention, and he patted my head. "What are you thinking about, Myra?" he asked.

"Nothing," I muttered.

Shawn noticed my reluctance to talk and my cool attitude toward him. So, he looked at me for a moment and left

me alone in silence.

The room was cramped. It was about a hundred square feet, but at least it was clean. The blanket was new, and it

smelled fresh. I lay on the bed, feeling downbeat. Then, I glanced at my phone and picked it up. The screen was still

showing the text interface, and it was the conversation between Nicholas and me.

'I miss you, Renee.'

I looked at the time. He sent it not long ago, and there were a few of his older texts, too, including the one where

he said he could understand why I chose Shawn and the one where he professed his love for me. There was also

another where he asked me to give him a chance to compete with Shawn. Did Shawn see these? I think he did, but

he never got mad about it. The first thing he asked was if I was still in pain. Of course, any other guy would be

jealous if they saw these texts, but he just set it aside like it was nothing. I felt a little uneasy. I did have some

complaints about Shawn, but he did nothing wrong. He just didn't love me. That was all.

I put my phone away. A while later, someone outside asked, "Mr. Xenos, how is Miss Felix doing?" Oh, that sounds

like Waylen.

"She's doing good. Good enough that she can throw a tantrum."

So, Shawn knows I'm angry at him…