My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 466

Amy immediately came to my mind when I clicked on the picture and saw May's teahouse. Can it be…

I was a hundred percent certain it was Amy.

To think Troy followed Amy's Twitter account in secret!

'ACuteLittleFairy'… I had to hand it to the young woman for coming up with such a handle.

With that, I checked out her second tweet. It was a few fantasy-looking pictures of water lilies with dew drops

surrounded by mist, and above the pictures, she captioned, 'A dew-drinking, water lily-eating fairy.'

I grinned foolishly in bed in response. Just then, a knock came at my door, and I answered it to find it was Ezekiel.

"Yes?" I asked in stupefaction.

"Are you hiding from me, Ms. Felix?"

He was a psychiatrist, so lying to him would be pointless. "Yes. Shawn's upset because I saved you."

"He's thrown a fit?" he asked calmly.

To that, I nodded. "Yes, a major one."

"Are you upset?" he asked.

Even Edward could tell my horrible mood, so I wasn't surprised if Ezekiel caught it too. Seeing that I sighed and said

nothing, Ezekiel apologized. "Sorry."

"It's fine. I did it of my own free will."

"I know. I'll keep my distance and won't put you in a tough spot anymore. I've only come to say hi. I'll leave right

away." I wasn’t used to Ezekiel behaving humbly, and it was as if he was an unwanted man who lived a sorrowful

life.

"You don't have to do this. You're not at fault."

I had wanted to return the debt. Besides, he even had Gary tell me to leave. As far as I could remember, he always

seemed to have my best interest at heart.

"Sorry for showing up unannounced, Ms. Felix."

"Don't worry about it," I said.

Out of the blue, he asked, "Are we friends?"

Um… How should I answer him?

Seeing that I remained silent, Ezekiel curved his lips and turned around. Once again, I thought he was forlorn when

I looked at his desolate back.

"Ezekiel." I called out to stop him from leaving, to which he turned his head a little and asked, "Yes?"

"I believe you're a good man, but I'm Shawn's wife. So even if you're a good man, we can never be friends."

Besides, it didn't matter if he was good or evil. He wasn't in the wrong back then, and so wasn't Shawn. Everyone

just had different viewpoints.

"Thank you for your trust, Ms. Felix."

The noises outside continued even after Ezekiel left, and moments after I closed the door, a knock came again.

I answered it to find it was Gary. "Why did you bring him over?" I asked.

"President Felix, I feel sorry for Mr. Hastings."

"So, you want me to feel the same?" I refuted with a frown, then asked after thinking, "Why me?"

"Not everything is as simple as it seems on the surface, President."

"Don't beat around the bush, Reyes." I hit the roof, annoyed by the ambiguity in his claims. "Don't go around

thinking I’ll condone your behavior forever."

Meanwhile, Gary pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Just go," I seethed before slamming the door shut. The noise outside stopped abruptly, and James' voice came to

my ears. "What's up with her?"

"I pissed President Felix off," Gary said with shame. "You guys continue. Mr. Hastings and I will make a move first."

With that, I got up and moved to the floor-to-ceiling window. It was a long time before I finally saw Gary and Ezekiel

downstairs, looking defeated.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

I knew I shouldn't have thrown a fit, but I just couldn't help myself.

Never in a million years would I imagine my own man supporting an outsider.

Just what kind of magic does Ezekiel have?

Unable to draw a conclusion, I hit the sack.

However, I had trouble falling asleep. During that time, I checked my phone a few times, but I never got anything

from Shawn. No phone, no messages, nothing.

And so, I began letting my seething anger take over before closing my eyes to sleep.

I remained in Eldham the following days, and Amy would constantly come over to my place despite her busy

schedule of idolizing and splurging on a man.

On the day of Troy's concert, Amy insisted that I tag along. Since I didn't have anything important to get to, I just let

her be.

We were sitting in the best seats in the entire place. Hey, she was rich. Her bank account allowed her to splurge.

The atmosphere was crazy; the crowd had screamed continuously since Troy appeared. The young man looked

excellent with wavy hair and a dashing outfit.

Troy was a competent performer, and Amy was a talented fan, fangirling over the young man since he appeared.

The young woman wore a headband with Troy's name printed on it while holding a LED concert sign in her hands.

She was truly the epitome of a fangirl. Then, come to think of it, it had only been days since she hopped on the

bandwagon.

There was a session halfway into the concert where Troy would interact with his fans, and the lucky one would be

chosen via the spotlight.

That was right. Amy was the lucky one.

I wasn't surprised. She was rich, after all.

I wasn't sure if I saw things, but I thought the performer smirked after his gaze followed the light and landed on

Amy. "Hi, what's your name?" His husky voice reverberated across the entire venue.

"Hi, Troy. I'm Eevee, as in the Pokémon Eevee."

At that, Troy beamed, looking like the boy next door. "I can sing you a song."

"Am I supposed to pick a song?" Amy asked in bafflement.

"Yes," Troy answered.

"Any song?" Amy reiterated, to which Troy answered tenderly, "Yes."

"'I Want to Be Your Boyfriend'."

I was rendered speechless. That girl sure is bold!

The crowd burst into a tumult as Troy recovered from his split-second stun. "Alright, Eevee. 'I Want to Be Your

Boyfriend'."

Who knew if it was a pun intended?

Very quickly, the accompaniment played, and Troy sang the song Amy picked. He was a polished and talented

young man, and indeed captivating.

Amy, however, was desperately wanting to stop being single. She was setting up a trap, one to trap the innocent

young man.

…

After the concert ended, I followed Amy home. Meanwhile, she told me she would return to Bryxton on Troy's flight

the next day.

"Are you still going to stay in Eldham?" she asked out of curiosity, to which I nodded. "I'll head back to Bryxton after

a few more days of recuperation."

Mainly, Shawn hadn't contacted me even until now, and I thought I was hallucinating when he carried me on his

back that night, a hallucination of him already forgiven me.

"Okay, I'm turning in, then."

Amy went to the living room while I returned to my bedroom. As I lay down, I checked my phone, only to be filled

with disappointment. Still nothing from Shawn.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I received a text from May. 'Alfred is seriously injured. I've been staying by his side

these past few days, so I never got to ask you about this.'

'Alfred said you saved Mike.'

Alfred isn't happy about my decision either, is he?

'Yes, I owe it to him.'

'I'm sure you have your reasons.'

May didn't blame me for Alfred's injuries. Instead, she could see where I was coming from in this regard. So much

so that she didn't even ask for a reason.

I sighed, then got another text from May. 'A stranger had been asking for Amy at the teahouse for the past few

days. He looked familiar to me, so he might be one of Shawn's units.'