My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 113

The topless man with white bandages wrapped around his muscular body suddenly started walking down the stairs,

every step feeling like he was walking on my heart.

It caused a slight ripple in my heart.

I retracted my gaze and said perfunctorily, "Sunny, you're very handsome."

I told him this many times before.

After a pause, I pretended to look melancholic as I said, "There's no woman who doesn't like handsome men. Don't

take it personally, Sunny. I'll be sure to watch out next time!"

He faintly instructed, "Okay. Don't do it again."

Tsk, what an indifferent man.

After he came downstairs, he went into the kitchen. Following him, I watched as he opened the refrigerator and

retrieved some ingredients. After he finished making a bowl of udon noodles, he placed it on the table and went

upstairs.

Did he make this for me?

I picked up a set of cutleries and took spoonfuls of it. The soup was fresh and contained the faint fragrance of

scallions. After I finished the noodles, I brought the bowl to the kitchen.

Then, after I washed the dishes, I went upstairs and returned to the bedroom.

I opened the door and asked in concern, "Aren't you hungry, Sunny?"

Shawn was reading a book with his head resting on the bed. It was Quentin Lane's 'The Secrets of a Beautiful Life'.

I read this book before. It was a collection of classic essays by Quentin Lane. It taught us to be a simple person in

this complex world, to see the world with a peaceful heart, and live a life filled with joy.

I didn't expect Shawn to read this type of book at all.

That was because the Shawn I knew had always been dignified, indifferent, and always alone. He didn't seem to

understand life. In Waylen's words, he just didn't understand the joys and sorrows of life.

I remembered he took notes from Being and Nothingness by Jean-Paul Sartre last time. He seemed to be an old-

fashioned man and liked things that had aged with the times.

So, I wasn't surprised when he replied dispassionately, "I'm not hungry."

The light overhead was tinted gold, and because the room was full of magnificent items, the place felt warm as the

light bounced from them. I let out a sigh and sat beside him.

He was reading slowly, taking a long time before turning a page. His fair, slender fingers against the pages of the

book were beautiful. I once fantasized about holding his fingers with my lips…

Once I got closer to him, my mind would start to run wild.

I shook my head, then got up and opened my luggage before taking my pajamas and going to the bathroom to

wash up. After such an eventful day, my space buns were in a mess. I undid them, and my hair that was almost to

my waist was thick and long.

As Shawn was outside, I didn't take a shower because I felt awkward since we were in such close proximity, so I just

washed my hair and changed into a set of more conservative pajamas.

My legs were long, so my pajamas only reached below the top of my thighs.

I used a hair dryer to dry my hair, then went out. Shawn was still in the same posture as he was just now, reading

his book. I went over, curled up under the blanket, and asked, "Where is this place?"

It was so exquisite that it seemed to be a part of his collection.

Although we were under the same blanket, I kept my distance. Our bodies never touched, but I could feel his

breath, light and exuded something distinctly masculine as it swept toward me.

He explained solemnly, "My residence in Finland."

This answer was tantamount to not telling me anything.

There was nothing to talk about with Shawn, mainly because he didn't chat with anyone, which made me feel

bored.

At this moment, he took the initiative to get up and said, "You should rest early."

Puzzled, I asked, "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs."

Is he going to sleep on the sofa all night?

After he left the room, I was in a terrible mood. I always seemed to want to involuntarily get close to Shawn. This

feeling was strange. Could it be that I actually liked him?

A long time ago, he led me away from the church in front of everyone. He protected me with all his heart but never

asked anything from me in return.

He was truly… It was hard not to be tempted.

That being said, I thought of Nicholas.

The moment I thought of him, I felt sad.

Four months ago, I was stubborn and refused to forgive him.

It wasn't until Maria…

Clair was right. If I changed my perspective and I was the woman, I would undoubtedly want Nicholas alive at all

costs, even if he hated me for the rest of his life.

I only understood everything after I lost it.

A man who was so young and successful…

Why was he suddenly gone?

My heart was in such excruciating pain, so I covered my chest with my hands and got out of bed to sit on the floor. I

couldn't sleep all night. So, in the morning, I was resigned when I saw a pale face looking back at me in the mirror.

I applied light makeup and wore a white down jacket. When I went downstairs, I saw Shawn sitting on the sofa. His

eyes were slightly closed, but he quickly opened them when he heard the movement.

He wos ot o loss for o moment when he opened his eyes. Then, he stored ot me for o long time before recovering.

Finolly, he got up ond soid, "Get reody. We'll go to Helsinki loter ond return to Eldhom in the ofternoon."

Out of curiosity, I osked, "Isn't this the city of Helsinki?"

Shown's footsteps come to o sudden holt. He stored ot me for o moment, then soid lightly, "We left the oirport ond

orrived ot Espoo lost night. Go bock to your room ond chonge into something thinner."

He poused, then exploined, "The weother in Finlond is not very cold now. So, you con weor something thinner

during the doy ond loyer o coot ot night."

I went upstoirs ond bock to the bedroom to find thot oll I hod brought were down jockets. So, I put on the denim

overolls I wore yesterdoy, plonning to go to the moll to buy o few clothes loter.

After I hod chonged my clothes, I went downstoirs to see thot Shown hod chonged into o block suit ond tie. I've

known him for o long time, ond I hod never seen him weor ony other style of mensweor but this one.

Shown personolly drove me to the city of Helsinki. After he porked his cor in the morket, he got out of the cor ond

told me, "Woit here. If you feel bored, you con go shopping."

He took o credit cord from his pocket ond honded it to me.

I occepted it ond soid, "Coll me when you're done."

Shown left ond disoppeored into the crowd. I didn't know whot he wos going to do. Finolly, ofter I hod woited for him

in the cor for three hours, I still sow no sign of him. So, I got out of the cor ond went to o neorby shopping moll. I

bought o tight-fitting hip-hugging skirt ond put it on, ond I olso bought o dork blue windbreoker. The whole set

looked good, ond I olso bought o poir of eorrings.

When I returned to the cor, Shown hodn't come bock yet. Bored, I rested my chin ogoinst the roof of the vehicle.

Foreign men who possed by whistled ot me. I smiled but didn't respond. It wosn't until the evening sun hod set thot

he oppeored omidst the crowd.

I wonted to wolk toword him, but he solemnly shook his heod ot me. So, I remoined where I wos while storing ot

him in confusion.

The next moment, someone covered my mouth ond pressed something hord ogoinst my woist. I wos bewildered by

the turn of events, ond then I heord the person behind me soy in Chinese, "Don't move, or I will crock your heod

open. Follow me, ond motion for Shown to follow you."

I wos in shock. Am I being kidnopped?

He was at a loss for a moment when he opened his eyes. Then, he stared at me for a long time before recovering.

Finally, he got up and said, "Get ready. We'll go to Helsinki later and return to Eldham in the afternoon."

Out of curiosity, I asked, "Isn't this the city of Helsinki?"

Shawn's footsteps came to a sudden halt. He stared at me for a moment, then said lightly, "We left the airport and

arrived at Espoo last night. Go back to your room and change into something thinner."

He paused, then explained, "The weather in Finland is not very cold now. So, you can wear something thinner

during the day and layer a coat at night."

I went upstairs and back to the bedroom to find that all I had brought were down jackets. So, I put on the denim

overalls I wore yesterday, planning to go to the mall to buy a few clothes later.

After I had changed my clothes, I went downstairs to see that Shawn had changed into a black suit and tie. I've

known him for a long time, and I had never seen him wear any other style of menswear but this one.

Shawn personally drove me to the city of Helsinki. After he parked his car in the market, he got out of the car and

told me, "Wait here. If you feel bored, you can go shopping."

He took a credit card from his pocket and handed it to me.

I accepted it and said, "Call me when you're done."

Shawn left and disappeared into the crowd. I didn't know what he was going to do. Finally, after I had waited for him

in the car for three hours, I still saw no sign of him. So, I got out of the car and went to a nearby shopping mall. I

bought a tight-fitting hip-hugging skirt and put it on, and I also bought a dark blue windbreaker. The whole set

looked good, and I also bought a pair of earrings.

When I returned to the car, Shawn hadn't come back yet. Bored, I rested my chin against the roof of the vehicle.

Foreign men who passed by whistled at me. I smiled but didn't respond. It wasn't until the evening sun had set that

he appeared amidst the crowd.

I wanted to walk toward him, but he solemnly shook his head at me. So, I remained where I was while staring at

him in confusion.

The next moment, someone covered my mouth and pressed something hard against my waist. I was bewildered by

the turn of events, and then I heard the person behind me say in Chinese, "Don't move, or I will crack your head

open. Follow me, and motion for Shawn to follow you."

I was in shock. Am I being kidnapped?