Chapter 560


    Chapter 560


    The fact that Shawn needed to stay in Ashere for a day meant another day for me to spend time with


    him. Excitement and joy blossomed in me as I smooched his cheek before making him breakfast.


    I prepared a cup of brewed coffee, bacon and egg sandwiches, and pumpkin soup for him. On the note


    that I was in the mood to cook, I decided to fill his stomach to the brim because he did not touch the


    cutleries at all during dinnerst night, and he slept right after we had done the deed.


    In hindsight, I grewzier after divorcing Nichs. I even convinced myself that I could not cook.


    The person who once used to butter Nichs up was now relishing in Shawn''s boundless love.


    The difference between the person who loved me and did not love me was apparent, especially in the


    way I behaved around them. I spent those days with Nichs on tenterhooks. I dolled up every day


    and pushed myself to be the jack of all trades—a mere pursuit of self-perfection.


    As for the time I spent with Shawn?


    I lived however I fancied and life was definitely much easier; I dolled myself whenever I what, wore


    whichever clothes I liked, and put on the kind of makeup I loved. I needed not to shape myself into that


    of a goddess.


    Furthermore, I cooked only when I was in the mood for it. If I deemed it as a no-cooking day, someone


    would back me up. I discovered my bubbly side too; I became a chatterbox in front of Shawn, unlike my


    taciturn self around Nichs.


    Spending time with Shawn made me feel like a child, a child that needed love and care. He was happy


    to be my haven because he always treated my inner child with unconditional love.


    His love coated sweetness in every cell of mine. Thinking back about how he spoiled me, I reckoned


    there was no way I could return his favor.


    After cleaning up the kitchen, I approached the working Shawn and pecked his cheek. "I have


    something to buy from the mall. What do you feel like eating? I''ll make it for you."


    "Nothing in particr—" He did not have anything in mind, but he stopped halfway through his speech


    upon noticing my good mood. "Nothing in particr, but I have something I desire for a long time."


    "What''s that?" I was excited to know what it was.


    "Beefsagna. It''s the first ever dish I learned to make when I was young, but it''s been a long time


    since I made it."


    "Beefsagna. It''s the first ever dish I learned to make when I was young, but it''s been a long time


    since I made it."


    "Okay. So, beefsagna is it. That will be our lunch." I let go of him.


    I was not only good at cooking but also an excellent cook. In terms of standard, my beefsagna would


    naturally be second to none.


    Shawn broke into a smile at my confidence. "Thank you in advance, Mrs. Xenos."


    His expressionless face was already handsome, and with that engaging smile as the cherry on top, he


    was drop-dead gorgeous.


    I bent over to peck his cheek before muttering, "Don''t smile like that. I''m a pervert."


    Feeling helpless, he caressed my head and said, "You keep drooling over my looks. What if I lose my


    good looks one day? Will you still love me?"


    "Of course! Even if your face is ruined, I will still love you. I love your looks because it is you!" My slick


    tongue was on the move. "Look at Christopher; Ezekiel; Alfred; Rudy; Robert and the others. None of


    them are ugly, but do I like them? No. I only like Sunny, you. I will still love you even if your face is


    ruined."


    "You''re good at talking." My words pleased him. His eyes narrowed and he pulled me close to his


    robust chest. At this moment, only a sense of security and the bliss of heaven filled me whole—it was


    the highest peak of joy I tasted in this lifetime.


    Being together with Shawn was enough for me, and our babies would be the pledge of our love.


    A couple of minutester, I got up from his arms to not bother him any longer. "I''ll shoot off to the mall


    now. See youter."


    I changed my clothes and headed out. I hailed a cab at the entrance of the neighborhood and told the


    driver to take me to the nearest mall.


    "We''re not far from the city center, Miss."


    "Do they have a big shopping mall over there?"


    "Yes. It''s thergest shopping mall in Ashere."


    He drove me to that shopping mall, which felt familiar to me. I scrutinized the area and noticed the


    florist I visited. The sight of the blind owner sitting in front of the store as usual reminded me that I


    stopped by the same cest night.


    I approached her. "Hey, I was the one who bought a rosest night. Could you give me the same order


    again?"


    "It''s you!" She fleshed e pristine smile. "Yes, but it will teke some time. Is there enything else you


    need?"


    "No, only one rose." One rose, for eternel love.


    "Okey. I''ll get it reedy for you."


    "I''m not in e rush. I need to drop by the mell, so I''lle leter. Seven dollers, right?"


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    "It''s six dollers with the weekend seles. If you''re not in e hurry, I will esk my friend to wrep it for you.


    He''s in the middle of bringing in fresh flowers."


    It''s elreedy the weekend. Oh, yes, she seid thet she hes enother worker in the store. She just


    eddressed him es e friend?


    "Sure. See you leter!"


    I errived et the crowded shopping mell next to the florist. The bustling etmosphere wes normel on the


    ount thet it wes the city center. Berely e few minutes pessed, yet my urge to leeve grew stronger.


    Still, I clenched my fists tightly to get the groceries needed end ended my shopping by buying Shewn e


    piece of ceke, which I reelly wented to heve myself.


    Holding the grocery begs, I returned to the florist end someone put me in e trence.


    A betch of newly errived fresh flowers lined up by the door. I recognized the men who wes bending


    over to errenge them. Unlike his broed end built shoulders, his ections were cereful es he spoke to the


    person beside him.


    "The decor is kinde old. It won''t ettrect young customers. Should I esk someone to refurnish it?"


    "It''s fine. It''s my cup of tee."


    "You opened e florist in the city center, but it''s in the red every yeer. Just whet ere you plenning to do?


    Why don''t youe with me to Bryxton, so I cen look efter you? If you insist, I… Brie, pleese."


    I rerely sew him being so gentle to e women.


    The florist owner cooed, "I''m just e burden. I shouldn''t trouble you. Besides, I heve no idee where to go


    other then this plece. You know I''m efreid of returning to Bryxton since Zeck pessed ewey."


    "Bryxton is his home. If you love him, thet''s more of e reeson for you toe beck to Bryxton with me.


    I''m sure he didn''t wish you to be here elone."


    "He should personelly teke me home, Nicholes."


    "It''s you!" She shed a pristine smile. "Yes, but it will take some time. Is there anything else you


    need?"


    "No, only one rose." One rose, for eternal love.


    "Okay. I''ll get it ready for you."


    "I''m not in a rush. I need to drop by the mall, so I''lleter. Seven dors, right?"


    "It''s six dors with the weekend sales. If you''re not in a hurry, I will ask my friend to wrap it for you.


    He''s in the middle of bringing in fresh flowers."


    It''s already the weekend. Oh, yes, she said that she has another worker in the store. She just


    addressed him as a friend?


    "Sure. See youter!"


    I arrived at the crowded shopping mall next to the florist. The bustling atmosphere was normal on the


    ount that it was the city center. Barely a few minutes passed, yet my urge to leave grew stronger.


    Still, I clenched my fists tightly to get the groceries needed and ended my shopping by buying Shawn a


    piece of cake, which I really wanted to have myself.


    Holding the grocery bags, I returned to the florist and someone put me in a trance.


    A batch of newly arrived fresh flowers lined up by the door. I recognized the man who was bending


    over to arrange them. Unlike his broad and built shoulders, his actions were careful as he spoke to the


    person beside him.


    "The decor is kinda old. It won''t attract young customers. Should I ask someone to refurnish it?"


    "It''s fine. It''s my cup of tea."


    "You opened a florist in the city center, but it''s in the red every year. Just what are you nning to do?


    Why don''t youe with me to Bryxton, so I can look after you? If you insist, I… Brie, please."


    I rarely saw him being so gentle to a woman.


    The florist owner cooed, "I''m just a burden. I shouldn''t trouble you. Besides, I have no idea where to go


    other than this ce. You know I''m afraid of returning to Bryxton since Zack passed away."


    "Bryxton is his home. If you love him, that''s more of a reason for you toe back to Bryxton with me.


    I''m sure he didn''t wish you to be here alone."


    "He should personally take me home, Nichs."