Chapter 136


    Chapter 134


    The rain was bing a torrent, and I was getting drenched. I kept my phone away from the rain,


    using my body as a shield. There was a lot of stuff I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him how lonely I


    felt, but I swallowed my words in the end. I looked at Gary with difficulty and noticed that he was


    drenched and pale as a tombstone. The icy rainwater was washing the blood away from his face. We


    were both wounded, and the rain would only exacerbate our blood loss. If nobody came to save us in


    time, we would die. However, I felt no fear since I had faced death in the face a few times before. I


    chatted with Gary. "It''s been nine years since you started working for me, Gary. You have been by my


    side since I took over the family and helped me out a lot."


    "It''s my job, Miss Felix."


    Gary''s voice was barely a whisper now. My whole body felt numb, as if it didn''t even belong to me. I


    held my phone as tightly as I could. I wanted to talk to Shawn, but the thought of his indifference scared


    me. I could never put my ego aside just to make him happy. So, instead, I hung up and tossed my


    phone away. Gary kept talking to me, but I stopped replying to him after a while.


    A long timeter, I vaguely heard someone saying, "Sir, she''s in the backseat. We need about fifteen


    minutes to get rid of this door."


    A man asked icily, "How are her vitals looking?"


    "Not good, sir."


    The man said again, his voice as cold as ice, "Get that door out of the way right now."


    The voices stopped, but the rain did not. It got even worse. I thought I had a dream. In that dream, Dad,


    Mom, Quinn, and I lived our happiest lives. The scene then changed to the day before Christmas Eve. I


    was lying on the bed, peacefully awaiting my demise. I had no idea I fell for the wrong person then. The


    scene changed again, and this time, it was when I first met Shawn. He kissed me in the river, and I


    heard him say, "You can''t escape."


    Finally, Shawn picked me up from the ground. I stared at him dumbly as someone checked my


    wounds. When I was in his arms, I vaguely heard someone say, "She''s wounded on her thighs, back,


    and arms. She''s in critical condition."


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    The man holding me asked, "Where''s the nearest vige?"


    "It''s twenty minutes away, sir."


    "Treat her wounds first," the man ordered.


    I stared around me dazedly, unable toprehend what was happening around me. Everything felt


    slow, and my body felt like it had been in a freezer. I felt someone taking my pants off to treat my


    wounds. I gasped in pain, and tears kept falling down my cheeks. The man said again, "Get her some


    anesthetic."


    The anesthetic worked its magic, and the pain faded. I held the man as tightly as I could. "Where''s


    Gary?"


    The man grabbed my hand. "He''s fine," he assured.


    I heaved a sigh of relief and cked out in his embrace. When I woke up again, I found myself in a


    small house. My bed was beside the window, and I could hear the rain still screaming outside. I looked


    around myself and saw Shawn standing at the door. He was staring into the raindrops falling against


    the ss of the window. Instead of his ck suit, the man was wearing a ck trench coat, and it


    made him look even more aloof than usual. I always thought that he was a man I could never hope to


    reach until now; I still found it difficult to ept that he would agree to be in a rtionship with me. I


    found it even more challenging to recall how passionate he was in bed because even though we had


    that experience with each other, he still came off as a distant stranger. That feeling was so strong that I


    could never remove it from my mind.


    I turned around by reflex, but every cell in my body screamed out in pain. I gasped. The man noticed it,


    and he turned around. He came up to me, holding my slender arm with his big hand and helping me


    up. Shawn ced a soft pillow behind me. I leaned back into it, and it feltfortable. I stared at him in


    silence as hebed my hair with his hand, then massaged my temples. Finally, after what seemed


    like ages, he asked me gently, "Does it still hurt, Myra?"


    "Yes, but I can take it." I stared down at the ground. "How''s Gary doing?"


    Shawn sat beside me as he replied, "He''s not in any danger. Waylen sent him back to Eldhamst


    night. He''s safe."


    I pursed my lips and stopped talking.


    Shawn asked, "Are you hungry?"


    He was really gentle, but I replied calmly, "No."


    Curious, he asked, "Why''d youe here?"


    I remembered that my parents could be in danger, so I asked, "Where did the ident happen?"


    Shawn gave me a weird look. Then, a momentter, he answered, "Not really far from where we are


    now."


    "How far are we from Eldham?"


    Shawn pursed his lips, and a frown furrowed his brows. "About eighteen and a half miles."


    Eighteen and a half miles? So we''re about sixty-two miles away from Montreal. I heaved a sigh of


    relief. Good thing I''ve left Montreal far, far behind, or my birth parents would hurt Dad and Mom. What


    Dad told me was too shocking of a fact. I could not understand why my mother wanted them to leave.


    Did my birth father notice something? Oh yeah. Dad did say my birth father suspected something''s off,


    so he''s been looking for me. Does that mean my birth mother sent me to the Felixes without letting my


    birth father know? One question was answered only for two more to take its ce. Why did she do


    that? Everything was shrouded in a fog of mystery. I thought I had found out the truth, but it only led me


    into a bigger web of dangerous schemes. The only lead I had was the slip Dad gave me. Fortunately, I


    had saved the number before I got into the car crash. It would be impossible to find that slip otherwise.


    Besides, rainwater would have smudged the writing.


    My silence caught his attention, and he patted my head. "What are you thinking about, Myra?" he


    asked.


    "Nothing," I muttered.


    Shawn noticed my reluctance to talk and my cool attitude toward him. So, he looked at me for a


    moment and left me alone in silence.


    The room was cramped. It was about a hundred square feet, but at least it was clean. The nket was


    new, and it smelled fresh. Iy on the bed, feeling downbeat. Then, I nced at my phone and picked it


    up. The screen was still showing the text interface, and it was the conversation between Nichs and


    me.


    ''I miss you, Renee.''


    I looked at the time. He sent it not long ago, and there were a few of his older texts, too, including the


    one where he said he could understand why I chose Shawn and the one where he professed his love


    for me. There was also another where he asked me to give him a chance topete with Shawn. Did


    Shawn see these? I think he did, but he never got mad about it. The first thing he asked was if I was


    still in pain. Of course, any other guy would be jealous if they saw these texts, but he just set it aside


    like it was nothing. I felt a little uneasy. I did have someints about Shawn, but he did nothing


    wrong. He just didn''t love me. That was all.


    I put my phone away. A whileter, someone outside asked, "Mr. Xenos, how is Miss Felix doing?" Oh,


    that sounds like Waylen.


    "She''s doing good. Good enough that she can throw a tantrum."


    So, Shawn knows I''m angry at him…