My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 685 Romancing With Him
I had just gotten a tattoo not long ago and remembered what the tattoo artist said about keeping it ventilated. Therefore, I
deliberately wore short tops like tube or tank tops and camisoles, knowing Shawn wouldn't be around for several days. Today's
outfit was relatively conservative as it was a waist-length sky-blue shirt.
But even though it was more conservative, it still exposed a large area of my skin so it wouldn't cover up the tattoo. It was too
revealing in Shawn's eyes, and the first thing he did when he saw me was question me about it.
I changed the subject and asked, "Doesn't this outfit look nice?"
Shawn rebuked, "You know what I mean."
"Women should wear beautiful clothes more often. You can't be so overbearing. Otherwise, I'll get mad at you."
Shawn sneered.
I kissed his cheek and asked, "What are you smiling at?"
"You've become more arrogant lately."
That was Shawn's evaluation of me.
Seeing his gloomy expression, I explained, "I got a tattoo on my waist. The tattoo artist said it needs to be kept ventilated for the
next few days to avoid any inflammation. That's why I purposely wore something short."
Shawn pushed me aside and looked down at my waist.
In a low voice, he asked, "What does it say?"
"It's Skyler and River's names."
Afraid he would notice his initials, I turned to the side.
Then, the man asked with a hint of disappointment, "Didn't you tattoo my name?"

"My, oh, my." I pretended to be surprised and teased him, "Look at you. Why the long face? It's one thing for you to be jealous of
someone seeing me in these clothes, but how could you be jealous of your own children?"
Shawn immediately denied, "No, I'm not."
I pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Not what? Are you saying you're not jealous of our children? But why do you look so
gloomy?"
Then, he called out my name with his deep voice, "Myra Felix."
Shawn was so angry that he called me by my full name.
That meant he was truly angry.
So I quickly made amends and held his arm. "I was just joking. It's because you haven't been paying attention to me lately."
Only then did Shawn's expression ease up. "I've been busy. I was thinking of finishing those urgent matters quickly so that I can
return to Bryxton to accompany you. Is that not okay?"
"Is Kevin aware that you're back in Bryxton?"
If Kevin had known about it, he would have leaked it in the group chat long ago.
"Even Waylen doesn't know about my return."
So, Shawn had returned in secret.
Did he do it to surprise me?
It seemed like he was always surprising me, just like that day outside Ezekiel's apartment.
I never expected that he would come to pick me up.
While shaking his arm, I got on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek again. "If Kevin finds out that you left him with work and came home,
he will resent you and come to me to complain pitifully. What should I do then? It seems like I've been nagging since you
appeared, but I also feel more comfortable with you here."
Understanding what I meant, Shawn asked, "What happened recently?"

I shook my head. "Although nothing important happened, I only feel truly relaxed when you're around."
It felt like I suddenly had someone to rely on.
"I'm sorry that I'm always busy."
Shawn suddenly apologized, which was a pleasant surprise. "You didn't do anything wrong. Besides, you're working to provide
for me and the children."
Afraid that talking about unpleasant things with him would disturb our long-awaited reunion, I quickly pulled him toward the villa.
Then, I changed into my slippers and asked, "When did you return home?"
"Just a few minutes after you left. After visiting Mom, I waited here for you. You returned shortly after that."
I handed him the slippers and explained, "Sir Larson had injured Rudy again. I sent two doctors to him."
Shawn said confidently, "Alfred won't let Rudy off."
"Yes, would you like to have a drink, Sunny?"
After he put on his slippers, I stood up to help him loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. He wrapped his arm around my waist and
pulled me closer.
His gaze was intense.
I couldn't withstand it.
This man was always so charming.
I averted my gaze and asked, "Would you like some wine?"
Shawn gave a low and deep hum in response.
Then, I led him into the living room, and he let me hold his hand as we entered the elevator. I asked him, "Do you know there's a
basement here? Although Waylen didn't specifically introduce it to me, I discovered it while exploring today. Half of it is a bar and
the other half is a gym with all sorts of fitness equipment."
This villa had many facilities that the other villa didn't have, especially the gym, which was perfect for Eilam.

"I know, but he was the one who decorated the room."
"He said you personally selected the furniture," I replied.
Shawn tightened his grip on my hand and said truthfully, "How could I have the time to do these things? I only picked out the
furniture in our bedroom."
At the mention of our bedroom, I remembered the small bed and asked, "Did you choose the bed?"
Shawn asked, "Is there something wrong with it?"
"Nothing. I just feel like it's a bit small."
But Shawn didn't respond. I pulled him toward the basement and turned on the lights. On the left was the gym, and the space
before us was a game room. The decoration on this side was darker and with dim lights. But on the right side, the colors were
brighter and had warmer lights.
I pulled Shawn to the sofa and said, "Wait here."
After that, I went to the bar and brought back a bottle of champagne, red wine, and two glasses. I sat by Shawn's feet instead of
on the sofa and handed him the red wine.
Shawn took it and opened it with a bottle opener while I rested my head against his thigh, watching him pour himself a glass of
red wine before pouring me half a glass of champagne. But before he gave it to me, he took a sip and reminded me, "You should
drink less champagne."
Beaming, I told him, "I haven't had a drink in a very long time."
It had been a long while since I had gotten drunk.
"Okay. Have a taste."
While holding the glass, I took small sips of the champagne. It had a mellow taste, and I tentatively took another sip before
glancing at Shawn. He rubbed my head with his left hand and then finished the red wine he held in his right hand in one gulp.
"Why did you drink it so fast?"

The man asked softly, "Did I?"
He poured himself another glass and finished it in one gulp again.
After that, he suddenly pulled me into his arms, and our lips met. He then transferred the red wine in his mouth into mine.
I greedily drank everything, including his scent.
Once that was over, Shawn let go of me and poured himself another glass of red wine. I wasn't sure if it was because of him or
because of the wine, but my head felt dizzy. I finished the champagne in my hand and then gently rested my head on his thigh,
staring fixedly at his handsome face.
Seeing me in this state, Shawn handed me his glass. I took it and drank it all in one breath. Then, I heard his low laughter beside
my ear. "You're trying to get drunk, right? You keep drinking in secret."
I was a bit confused and asked, "What?"