My Love for You Broke Me

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 dinner last night, and he slept right after we had done the deed.

In hindsight, I grew lazier after divorcing Nicholas. I even convinced myself that I could not cook.

The person who once used to butter Nicholas 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 Nicholas 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 Nicholas.

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 particular—" He did not have anything in mind, but he stopped halfway through his speech upon noticing my good mood. "Nothing in particular, but I have something I desire for a long time."

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

"Beef lasagna. 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."

"Beef lasagna. 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, beef lasagna 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 beef lasagna 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 minutes later, I got up from his arms to not bother him any longer. "I'll shoot off to the mall now. See you later."

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 the largest 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 place last night.

I approached her. "Hey, I was the one who bought a rose last 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'll come leter. Seven dollers, right?"

"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!"

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"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 you come with me to Bryxton, so I cen look efter you? If you insist, I… Brie, pleese."

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"Bryxton is his home. If you love him, thet's more of e reeson for you to come 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 flashed 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'll come later. Seven dollars, right?"

"It's six dollars 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 you later!"

I arrived at the crowded shopping mall next to the florist. The bustling atmosphere was normal on the account 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 planning to do? Why don't you come 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 place. 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 to come back to Bryxton with me.

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

"He should personally take me home, Nicholas."