Chapter 88


    Chapter 88


    I was taken aback by his sudden question—I didn''t expect him to wake up. With an awkward smile on


    my face, I tried my best to exin myself. "I couldn''t sleep after waking up. It seems like the skies are


    turning bright, so I think I''ll go down to prepare breakfast," I uttered before rushing downstairs to


    prepare breakfast. While I was downstairs, I kept smacking my hand against my burning cheeks. I was


    contemting sleeping on the couch that night.


    Afterzing on the couch for nearly an hour, I got up and went to prepare breakfast. I wasn''t too good


    at cooking, so I simply prepared a pot of porridge and ate a bowl of it before zoning out on the couch.


    When Shawn finally showed up, he was dressed in his usual ck suit. He didn''t leave the house


    during the day—he simply sat on the couch and browsed through some books. During the noontime,


    he headed to the kitchen to prepare his own meal. The maid didn''te, so I stole some of his food. In


    the afternoon, he stayed in the study, and I only knocked on his door sometime in the evening. "What


    would you like to eat tonight, Shawn?" He was in the midst of calligraphy-writing, and there were a


    bunch of small words gathered on the white piece of paper. "What do you feel like eating tonight?" He


    lowered his calligraphy pen before questioning me in return.


    I only knew how to make instant noodles and porridge. "I''m not hungry yet," I replied after giving it


    some thought. I only said that because I wanted him to prepare our meal. It was drizzling outside, and I


    walked over to find him writing quotes from one of Jean-Paul Sartre''s ssic books, Being and


    Nothingness. His words were extremely neat—they looked simr to the ones that hung on his walls.


    Could he have been the one who wrote all of those? I wondered.


    "Your calligraphy skills are amazing. Your strokes are stable and smooth. It seems like you''re a master


    at this." I didn''t hold back with mypliments.


    He raised an eyebrow. "Do you write?"


    My father used to be extremely good at calligraphy writing, so he trained me in it when I was a lot


    younger. However, I never had the talent—my work would always end up as a mess. My dad eventually


    gave up on me. "I was trained in it as a child, but I was really bad. However, I can tell the difference


    between good and bad work, and I can tell that you''re a master!" I uttered with an awkwardugh.


    He didn''t seem impressed by mypliments. Instead, he leaned back in his seat before giving me


    orders. "I want you to write." I wanted to reject him, but I was too afraid to do it when I met the cold


    gaze in his eyes. So, I obediently shuffled closer to his side before picking up the brush and holding it


    above the white piece of paper.


    "Why aren''t you writing?" he asked in his deep voice. I bit my bottom lip as I wrote my name, ''Renee''. It


    looked like it was written by a child—it was aplete mess. However, Shawn didn''tment on my


    trashy skills. Instead, he held onto the back of my hand before he guided me to rewrite the same word.


    I felt my heart tingling as I listened to his breathing beside my ear. The close proximity of our bodies


    made my blood boil with passion. I felt the urge to avoid him, but my body wouldn''t move for some


    reason.


    The ''Renee'' he wrote looked ten times better than mine—it seemed to have a magical beauty that was


    simr to the magical aura that surrounded Shawn. "You''re so impressive," I uttered as I found myself


    starstruck by his skills. He let go of my hand and pulled his icy palm away after hearing my words. I


    stared at him dumbfoundedly, and I found myself looking into his forbidding and ferocious eyes the


    moment I looked up.


    "I''m not someone you can long for, Myra," he uttered in a threatening tone. He still referred to me as


    Myra. Is there a misunderstanding here? I was stunned for a moment. "I was just praising you for being


    cool," I muttered while shaking my head. However, he no longer responded to my words after that—he


    simply turned and left the study. I stood around and stared at the words he had written as I thought,


    Was he trying to warn me just now? He''s telling me not to fall for him, right? But I''ve never thought of


    getting involved with him. I just thought that he''s an impressive man.


    All of a sudden, I seemed to understand the advice I had for May—even if I wasn''t interested in Shawn,


    he was still a man who was abnormally outstanding and impressive. It was hard not to fall for him.


    When I came to this realization, I decided that it was about time to leave. I had to leave and return to


    Bryxton. When I walked out of the study, I found him preparing a meal in the kitchen. It was a simple


    meal that seemed rather nd.


    I walked into the kitchen and got myself a bowl of noodles before adding some vegetables to it. Then, I


    sat on the couch and finished my meal before washing the bowl that I had used. Shawn hadn''t finished


    his meal at this point, but I approached him to speak in a calm tone. "I think I''d like to return to Bryxton


    tomorrow, Shawn."


    "Okay," he uttered without a hint of emotion in his voice.


    "Thank you for saving me, and thank you for treating my cancer. My life is all yours now." The way I


    spoke sounded rather insincere, so I continued speaking in a more earnest voice. "If you ever need


    me, I''ll be sure to drop everything ande to you no matter where I am, who I''m with, or what I''m


    doing." I gazed at him calmly while putting on a smile. "You might not need it, but this is everything that


    I''ve got! You''re the second person who has treated me so well in my whole life, Shawn. Thank you so


    much." If Shawn ever needed it, I would sacrifice my life for him.


    "Sure. Safe trip." That was all he said in response to my heartfelt speech. This man was no different


    from a contract killer! I headed upstairs with a heavy heart. That night, Shawn didn''t enter the room to


    sleep at all. Perhaps he was worried that I would take advantage of him.


    The next morning, I woke up to find him looking fresh and energetic as he sat on the couch and


    browsed through one of his books. I hadn''t specified my time of departure, and he didn''t ask me


    anything about it. It was almost as if I coulde over and leave any time I wished to. It didn''t seem


    like I had to tell him anything.


    After having a bowl of the porridge left behind from yesterday, I headed upstairs to put on some


    makeup before leaving. I was especially careful with my makeup that day, and I put on some brown


    eyeshadow before curling my hair and changing into a dress. When I went downstairs again, Shawn


    was still in the same posture from before. "I''m heading back to Bryxton now," I told him as I walked


    toward the front door.


    He gazed at me with a look of mild surprise before narrowing his eyes a little. "Safe trip." I nodded


    before I realized a clear bite mark beside his palm area. I figured that I must have been the one who bit


    him—I didn''t expect to leave a mark on his pretty hands.


    After leaving the Xenos'' Vi, I hailed a cab to look for Merlin. He was shocked to find me in Bryxton,


    and he immediately asked if I was the person in the video. "What video?" I asked curiously. He


    immediately handed his phone over to me.


    It was a video of me standing under the rain in front of the church doors, begging for Nichs to take


    me home. I had carefully kneeled down in front of him when he responded in his cruel tone. "I''ll have to


    get married and have kids someday, Renee. I can''t waste the rest of my life away with you! You know


    what''s the issue—you can''t even have kids!" he cried in the video. Surely I don''t need anyone to


    remind me of that, I thought.


    "Are you blind?" I asked Merlin as I handed the phone back to him. The video was in such high


    definition, and the woman in it was obviously me! The way he questioned me made me feel even worse


    about myself! He let out a sigh before he continued speaking. "Where have you been? I couldn''t call


    you at all."


    There had been tons of people who were trying to reach my phone throughout this period. However, I


    hadn''t responded to any of them, and I hadn''t viewed any of my WhatsApp messages as I didn''t want it


    to ruin my mood. Waylen felt that this was a good idea—he felt that it was good for my healing process.


    "It''s fine," Iforted Merlin. "I''m heading back to Bryxton now. Where''s my Rolls Royce? I want my


    keys back."


    "Are you in a rush?" Merlin furrowed his brows.


    "Should I wait around for your ex-girlfriend to beat me up first?" I asked with a giggle. He stared at me


    speechlessly.


    During my ride back to Bryxton, there was a jam on the highway, so I rested my hand on the steering


    wheel while I thought about the video that I had seen earlier. I looked so pathetic when I was begging


    for Nichs to bring me home in the video—it was almost as if I had thrown every ounce of my pride


    out the window that night. All I got in return were Nichs''s hurtful words—"You can''t even have kids!"


    Now, the entire nation knew about my infertility issue and how I had shamelessly crashed someone


    else''s wedding! I felt like a thousand-pound rock was crushing against my chest whenever I thought


    about these things. I knew that I couldn''t run away from all of this, and I knew that I would have to face


    it eventually. However, Shawn had never asked me about all of this at all. He never asked me about


    what happened, nor did he ask about my past. He didn''t even me me for concealing my identity from


    him—he still used the same cold voice to call me by my other name, Myra.


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    Shawn was like a sturdy statue that would remain fixed on its spot regardless of the storms and


    earthquakes that happened around it. It felt like his doors would always be open for me if I ever needed


    to go back! Shawn truly made me feel that way! This was rather confusing—it was understandable for


    others to think that Shawn and I had a thing together. Even I felt rather confused!


    However, his words always served as a reminder to me. "I''m not someone you can long for, Myra." This


    reminded me of how little I meant to him. I can''t long for him; in other words, I have no right to long for


    him. If that''s the case, then why does he still keep his doors open for me? Is it just because I saved him


    that one night? But I don''t think I helped out that much. I couldn’te to a conclusion, so I decided


    not to think about it at all.


    …


    There was a bad jam on the highway, so it waste by the time I got back to Bryxton. I didn''t head to


    Felix''s Vi—I went to the condominium instead. It waste by the time I got back, and I felt the


    lethargy spreading across my body as Iy down on the bed. After resting for a while, I got up to take


    my medication. The doctor told me that I only had to take the medication for one more month before I


    was allowed to stop. After that, I would be a healthy and strong individual.


    Once I was done taking the medication, Iy down on the bed and hesitated for a long while before


    sending Shawn a text. ''I''ve arrived home safely, Shawn.''


    ''Okay,'' he replied. His cold reply seemed rather warm to me. He replied—that has to count as


    something, right? I wanted to lower my phone to sleep after that, but I eventually tapped on the


    WhatsApp logo when I realized that I was back in Bryxton. There were a bunch of updates, but there


    was nothing from Nichs.


    All of the messages were people looking for me and asking where I was. ''I''m back in Bryxton. Don''t


    miss me too much,'' I typed before sending it out as a broadcast message. When I tapped into the app


    again, I saw Christopher''s message. ''How are you, youngdy?''