My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 220

"He's had leukemia since young and has been able to survive until today because of the advancement in medicine.

That's why he behaves so recklessly; he knows that he could die at any time. I'm telling you all this because I hope

that you won't be duped by the fake front he puts up in the future."

"He's had leukemia since young and has been able to survive until today because of the advancement in medicine.

That's why he behaves so recklessly; he knows that he could die at any time. I'm telling you all this because I hope

that you won't be duped by the fake front he puts up in the future."

According to Shawn, he seemed to be sure that I would meet up with Bertie again. How can such an appealing man

be diagnosed with an incurable disease?!

I nodded and replied, "I won't have anything to do with him from now on."

He stretched his hand out at me and said, "Hm. Let's continue the trek up."

I grabbed his hand and got up from the ground, but I felt uneasy the entire journey.

Someone with an incurable disease who behaved on a whim would never have abducted us just for those two

chests full of gold. Bertie—no—Robert had swiftly left with us after the abduction, but he followed those men to the

mansion pompously as if he was the mansion's owner. Suddenly, I had a wild thought in my mind. Could those men

from the mansion be working for him?!

Generally speaking, they had a grudge against Shawn, so it did not make sense for them to insist that I changed my

clothes after they abducted me.

Robert would be the only person amused by this!

I silently took out my phone and sent a text message to Timothy. 'Where is Robert from?'

Just as we were about to reach the mountain peak, Timothy finally replied to my text message, 'He's French-born.'

French-born…

Waylen had mentioned that the imperial wear originated from the French monarchy!

At that moment, I suddenly realized that the men in the mansion worked for Robert too.

From the start, he had orchestrated the entire escape, and to think that I had harbored gratitude toward him for

rescuing me! In the end, I was the one who had been tricked, yet I was foolish enough to thank my captor. I was

angered beyond words as I realized that Robert must come from a noble background.

After all, it would either be a member of the royal family or someone extremely influential who could obtain the

imperial wear of the French monarchy.

I put away my phone and heaved a sigh to indicate my displeased feelings. Several minutes later, we arrived at the

peak and there was a little wooden cabin there. It was a tiny hut surrounded by massive, blooming daffodils.

I approached the hut and bent down to take a closer look at the daffodils planted in pots. I reached out to touch a

white petal and asked Shawn, who was behind me, "When did you plant these daffodils?"

He explained in a low voice, "I instructed Waylen to plant them."

I recalled that there were several daffodil plants in the garden of Xenos Manor.

I smiled and asked him, "Sunny, do you like daffodils?"

"Not really."

Since he instructed Waylen to plant them, that had to indicate that he liked them!

There was a bed of lisianthus flowers near Xenos Manor and it was the same case here at Brimstone Mountain too!

I suddenly realized that it was my biological mother who loved lisianthus flowers. The flowers on Brimstone

Mountain had to be planted under my biological father's instructions.

Back then, Shawn had mentioned that his mother loved lisianthus flowers, but he must have misunderstood her

because she hated them the most. That was because she hated the woman who had won the master's affection.

The lisianthus flowers close to Xenos Manor were planted by mistake too.

I got up and entered the little wooden cabin. There was only a simple bed and some drinking water inside. The bed

linen was new, so I went over and took a seat on the bed after removing my shoes and changing into the bedroom

slippers. I asked Shawn, "Are we going to leave the mountain later?"

It was rather late at night to leave the mountain and I was exhausted, so I did not feel like moving an inch.

Furthermore, the weather in Bryxton was surprisingly dry today, so there was a high chance that we would be able

to catch the sunrise tomorrow morning.

He instantly caught on to my intention and replied calmly, "We'll leave tomorrow."

As soon as I heard that, I relaxed and lay in bed. He came over and arranged the shoes that I had just removed

haphazardly neatly to the side. I got up and tugged his palm before calling out to him in a coy voice.

He frowned. "Yes?"

I was curious, so I asked, "What did my dad say to you today?"

Shawn came over and took a seat by the bedside as he replied in a low voice, "He told me not to let you down."

I snuggled into his arms and asked, "Did he mention anything else?"

He ruffled my hair and asked in a clear voice, "Why do you seem so curious?"

"I just wanted—"

Suddenly, he lowered his head and planted a kiss on my lips. Stunned, I seemed to have forgotten about my

curiosity as I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck to respond to his kiss.

His cold fingers brushed against my soft cheeks and I panted slightly as I fell into his arms in a weak heap. He let go

of me and held me in his arms. Then, I leaned against his shoulders and heard him mention a taboo…

Surprised, I turned to ask him, "What did you just say?"

"Babe, I haven't tried…"

I found it hard to resist his low voice as he called me 'babe'. He had never mentioned anything like this to me

before—no—I should say that he had never made such a request to me before, to be precise.

Soon, I recalled that day when he brought me home from the bar and I fell asleep against him. Back then, he must

have had such urges.

Is this what has been on his mind all this time? After all, he was not one to make any request that would trouble

someone, so naturally, I did not bear to reject him now that he had initiated it.

I reached out and touched his belt. At that moment, I noticed the tip of his ears flush red. Instantly, I smiled and

teased him. "Do you want me to…"

As soon as Shawn heard that, his eyes were clear. He held the back of my hand tightly and apologized in a low

voice.

I removed his hand and joked, "Sunny, let me help you. Alright?"

His expression darkened slightly at that point—guilty, almost. I found that he seemed to be innocent to the point

that he might have assumed that sexual intimacy was something taboo.

"Babe, I don't want to pressure you into this."

Shawn was as understanding as ever. Since I knew this, there was no way I would have rejected his wish, so I was

willing to fulfill it wholeheartedly!

"I want to."