My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 469

"Really? I was drunk?"

"Yeap, I have video proof."

"I've never been drunk my whole life," he swore, denying it matter-of-factly.

Oh, why did it never occur to me to record it and leave evidence?! That said, I was more concerned about his mood.

No doubt he was troubled when he drank last night. But how should I get to know what was in his mind, and how should I have him speak his mind?

"Pfft, yes, you haven't, Sunny," I ridiculed and received a side-eyed glance from him in response.

"Hungry?" I asked after giving him a peck on the cheek.

"I'm yet to," he replied.

"You sure talk posh, Xenos."

And for that, I received another side-eyed glance from him. "Someone's being rude again."

"It's not like it's illegal for me to last-name my husband."

To that, he smirked subtly and asked, "What's for breakfast?"

"I'll make it. What would you like?"

"Anything you make." He wasn't particular about what he wanted for breakfast.

Given how much wine he had drunk the night before, I was sure he was suffering from a hangover to a certain degree. With that, I made some oatmeal and boiled an egg for him while also making him honey water while I was at it.

In no time, I went out and handed him the drink, which he took and took a baby sip after putting the newspaper down.

"How is it?" I asked fawningly, only for him to mumble, "Too rich."

At that, I took a sip with the glass still in his hand. "It's just fine."

"It's too rich for me. I don't eat anything sweet."

Shawn never ate any kind of junk food, and he lived a strictly healthy lifestyle. His self-control was outrageously powerful.

"But I made it for you." I made a moue.

"It's rich, but I can still accept it." With that, he took a big gulp.

"You're the best, Xenos," I said with a smile, causing him to frown. "Have you gotten hooked on last- naming me?"

Bearding the lion in its den, I said, "Do you really hate it? But I like calling you Xenos. Xenos is my husband. Xenos is the father of my children. I love you, Xenos. I'm calling you Xenos, no matter what. You're my man, and there's nothing you can do about it." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Feeling helpless, Shawn drooped his eyelids. "Honestly… You're the I'll-do-exactly-what-you-tell-me- not-to type, babe."

"Why do you not like people calling you Xenos?" I reiterated, to which he shook his head. "No one dares call me by my last name straight."

"Well, I do. I'm not afraid of you."

Shawn took another sip of the honey water, frowning still from the sweetness, then said in a deep, gentle voice, "Yeah, I've spoiled you rotten."

"And that's what you get for making me your wife." I sassed.

Shawn smiled, hearing 'wife', and he joshed, "Vexatious."

With that, I trotted into the kitchen to find the oatmeal ready. Hence, I served Shawn a portion before peeling the egg next to him.

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked while patting my head, delighted, seeing how tame I was.

"Mm-hmm, I had a great night," I replied.

My mood improved, for he was now by my side, and the negative energy I had been bottling up inside me was released. But what about his?

No doubt he was mad, or he wouldn't have drunk. It was just that he couldn't argue too much with me.

This was what pained me most about Shawn, who forgave me unconditionally.

After he was done with his breakfast, I servilely cleaned up the pots and bowls and whatnot before getting changed to head back to Bryxton.

Then, I found him in no hurry. He said we'd leave in the evening, so I asked why.

"Stay a while here with me."

"Alright, anything you say."

With that, I hopped onto the couch and lay in his arms while he stroked my hair, looking silently at the view outside the window.

I caught the loneliness laced in his eyes but had no clue what was in his head.

I parted my lips, but my words were stuck in my throat. I wanted to talk to him about saving Ezekiel, but at the same time, I didn't want to worsen his mood.

That said, this calm moment was perfect for us to open up.

At that, I tugged at his shirt button and called out, "Sunny."

"Yeah?" he answered me tenderly.

"Have you been missing me?" I asked hesitantly.

"Naturally," he said. The man sure was now good at coaxing.

"That day, I saved Ezekiel—"

His stroking hand froze, and he interjected me impassively. "No need to say anything if it isn't important, lest the mood is ruined."

"Sunny, I don't feel anything for him, not even sympathy. I just only want to return the debt. That's all! It has occurred to me that you'd be mad, but that's why I didn't want to tell you. I thought I could keep it in the dark forever, but now I know nothing slips by you."

Of course, I didn't forget to flatter him. "You're really amazing, Sunny. You have everything under your control. I sure am an idiot to think I can hide things from you. But I didn't realize I'd upset you in the process."

"Oh, so you know I'm upset?" Shawn rejoined.

I hugged his waist at once. "I do. I've known you're upset all along. I sure am heinous! I swear, from now on, I'll only do as you say and will never hide anything from you again."

The man finally looked better after hearing my vow, and he began stroking my hair again.

Then, something seemed to have hit him, and he asked, "Who cut your hair?"

I would be dead meat if I told Shawn the truth, no doubt about it!

But, seeing how unwilling I was to talk about it, he reminded me plainly, "Hadn't you just sworn never to hide anything from me, Mrs. Xenos? Have you forgotten it in the blink of an eye?"

"It's… E-Ezekiel."

Shawn's stroking hand froze again, and I knew at once he was jealous when I saw his grim face.

Even if there was absolutely nothing between Ezekiel and me.

Shawn was beyond possessive, and his jealous look was nothing fresh to me.

"Sunny…" I called to him at once, leading him to look down at me with drooped eyelids. "Ezekiel Hastings?"

His voice made me fearful. Still, I related, "It happened when he kidnapped me in Syria. Later, I thought my hair was too long, so he cut it short for me."

"Do I not know how to do that?" Shawn asked grimly.

"Huh?" I was befuddled.

"I can cut your hair for you."

"You know how to cut hair?" I asked, having completely forgotten he was still mad at me.

"I'm knowledgeable in everything," he answered grimly with a pause. "I know everything Hastings does."

Can I take it that he's bragging?

"Oh, then, have you learned psychology?" I asked.

I seemed to have asked a tricky question, but I didn't mean anything. I wasn't picking on him.

I asked the question without thinking, merely thinking he was brilliant and excellent at reading a person's mind.

"I did," he replied.

"How is it that you know everything?"

Shawn overlooked the fact that Ezekiel cut my hair and recollected the past. "I had to learn many things to defend myself when I just left the Xenos Family and survived on my own. Reading a person's mind became crucial. Not just me; Rudy studied it as well. It's our basic skill, but what we've learned differs from someone like Ezekiel, who specializes in psychology. He's imposing."

"How impressive are we talking about?" I asked out of curiosity.