My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 501

Shawn called me a chatterbox at least three times that day. He was someone who preferred sitting in silence, and I

wasn't the best candidate to provide him with that. I used to be quieter, but I seemed to act more like a child

whenever I was with Shawn. I enjoyed talking to him, and I didn't care if he responded. I knew that he was listening

to everything I said, and that was enough for me. The chemistry between us was one that only we understood.

I also enjoyed doing all sorts of affectionate things when I was with him. I liked pestering him and clinging onto him

without leaving his side at all. I knew that I could be too clingy sometimes, but I didn't see it as a problem. Instead, I

thought that it was my way of showing love to him. I was also certain that Shawn didn't find my actions annoying, of

course—I knew that he enjoyed whatever I was doing to him. Every man loved it when their wife stayed close to

them, after all. They loved it when their wives only had eyes on them!

I allowed my face to fall intentionally. "Do you not like me anymore?" I asked. Shawn looked into my eyes before he

wrapped his arms around me and brought me over to the hut. He didn't respond to my words at all. There were

two connecting huts painted in burgundy-red color. One of the huts had a shower in it, while the other was a

bedroom. The space wasn't big, and there was only one bed in the bedroom. The men left our luggage in the hut

before they went off on their cruise ship.

The large bed was facing the window, and the windows were wide open. I crossed my legs and sat on the bed to

look out at the clear, blue sea in front of me. I leaned out and rested my arms on the windowsill to look at the view

for a while before I turned back around. Shawn was already opening the luggage and arranging some stuff.

"Aren't you tired?" I asked him as I lay back down in bed. "I'm fine," he replied. He was organizing some of the

things in the luggage. He hung all of our clothes in the wardrobe, and he finally got to my innerwear. "I've never

seen you wear this," he uttered with a raised eyebrow after seeing one of my bralettes. The one he pulled out was

rather flashy. "I rarely wear them," I replied while taking them away from him. "Why don't you try them on now?"

he asked suggestively.

"Do you want to see me in them, Sunny?" I asked with a grin. He froze before staring at me silently. I figured that he

was shy, so I turned to face my back at him before I took off my clothes and put on the light green bralette. "How

do I look?" I asked when I turned around. Even though I wasn't exactly voluptuous, I had relatively full breasts.

Shawn pointed at the straps on my shoulder. "Why were you in such a rush? You didn't even tie them properly. Here

—let me do it for you."

I moved toward him, and I felt his long fingers running across my skin as he fixed my shoulder straps for me. "Am I

pretty? My face is the best trait I possess, you know," I said while looking into his eyes.

"Stop talking, Mrs. Xenos," he mumbled flatly. I was speechless for a while, but I eventually learned to keep my

mouth shut after that. He patted me on the cheek once he was done fixing my straps. "You look great," he uttered

in a gentle tone. He finally responded to my earlier question!

Shawn lowered his gaze to see a faint scar on my stomach. I always found scars hideous, and I had a few other

scars from all the previous surgeries I had. I did a few tattoos over some of my scars, but I hadn't gotten a chance

to get a tattoo over the recent surgery. Shawn rubbed his thumb on my scar as he spoke in a rather weak and sorry

tone. "I keep hurting you, babe."

I wrapped my arm around his neck. "There's no such thing. I'm so happy when I'm with you, and you spoil me so

much that I can barely recognize the person I am now. I'm really, really happy to be with you, Shawn." I was so

happy that I wanted to cling to him for the rest of my life.

He curled his lips into a smile. "You should go out and get some sun, Ray. I'll tidy up the room and change the

sheets." I took my sunglasses and sunblock before heading out of the hut. After walking past a curvy pathway, I

ended up in an open space with two beach chairs placed in the middle. This was about 100 yards from the hut. I

went over and sat on one of the white chairs before applying sunblock to my skin.

Once I was done, I put the sunblock aside before scrolling through my phone. There were tons of WhatsApp

notifications from the group, with a majority of them being from Kevin. Kevin had always been the most active one.

I got up and took a selfie of myself with the ocean before I sent it to the group. Kevin was the first to reply to me.

'Where are you, Ray? You're dressed in such a sexy outfit, too! Are you on holiday?'

I went back to my seat before I replied to his message. 'I'm on a deserted island, and I'm not sure where it's

located. Anyway, I'm on holiday!' I announced.

'Is Sunny with you?' Ian asked.

'Of course. This is my honeymoon trip—I can't do it on my own!' I replied.

Emma replied with an envious emoji. Kevin was typically the most fearless and blunt person among us, so he was

the one who tagged Christopher, who had been silent for a while. 'Did you see that, Christopher? Emma's hinting

something,' Kevin typed.

Emma was the first to reply. 'Do you want me to punch you, Kevin? Stop saying such nonsense. Delete your

message!' The group was silent after that. About two minutes later, Kevin replied with a long message. 'Oh no. I

was busy at work earlier, so I missed your message. I think it's too late for me to delete the text now! I'm sorry,

Emma. I'm not like Ray and the rest of them—I have a job! I have to work hard to ever have a honeymoon like

theirs. I hope you understand my situation!' He was clearly playing dumb!

Emma must be speechless reading that. Soon enough, Christopher, who had never once texted in the group, finally

sent a message for the first time. 'Okay. Thanks for the reminder. I'll make arrangements for the honeymoon. Also,

Emma and I will have our wedding at the end of the year, so I hope you guys can attend. There will be no need for

gifts,' he stated.

Emma was quick to protest. 'Of course, we want gifts! I bought a gift worth 6000 when Ian got married. I want that

money back!' Emma was still obsessed with money, and no one could fault her for that. She was much poorer,

after all. But shouldn't she be more generous now that she's married to Christopher?

Ian was quick to protest against Emma's words. "How dare you bring that up! That was the first time I ever received

a gift worth as little as 6000. Kevin's gift was cheap too—he gave me something worth only 6.6 million!'

'Did you call Kevin's gift cheap? Are you sure you're not just trying to offend me further? Oh, I remember now!

Christopher bought me a gift that was only worth 5000 during our Christmas celebration two years ago. I had never

received such a cheap gift in my life! I'm only calculative because Christopher is!' Emma replied. They were all

taking turns in blaming one another!

'You still hadn't met Christopher when I got married, right?' Ian replied. They were still midway through an

argument when Amy popped up out of nowhere. 'I haven't given you a wedding gift,' she stated. Ian was speechless

after that. I can't believe Amy's talking about this. She doesn't seem to find it hard to talk about it anymore. Upon

realizing this, Ian dropped me a private message. 'Did Eve meet someone recently, Ree?' he asked.

'I'm not sure,' I replied. I only helped Amy to chase after the celebrity she mentioned, but I had no idea what

happened after that. 'She changed, Ree,' Ian wrote. It no longer felt like Ian was in control of Amy!

'Well, have you gotten a divorce?' I asked.

Ian replied in a rather dejected tone. 'Nope. She went against her word all of a sudden, and she refused to sign the

papers after that. She insisted that she didn't cheat on me.'

'Do you believe her?' I asked after some hesitation. The sun was warm, and I heard someone putting a glass of

juice down on the table beside me. I looked up to find Shawn lying down on the beach chair beside mine. He wasn't

wearing any clothes, and his gorgeous body made my heart pound.

'Do you know who Troy Robles is?' Ian asked.