My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 739 The Kind of Shawn Xenos
Shawn, always the one to amaze me, appeared by my side when I least expected him, and yet, I yearned for his presence more
than ever. He didn't disturb me; instead, he silently stayed by my side.
He was the man who truly comprehended me, knew my deepest self, showered me with affection, and treated me with
unparalleled gentleness. Encountering him in this lifetime felt like a fortune that spanned three existences.
With a gentle kiss on the corner of my lips, he whispered, "You seem tired."
"I want to feel you more deeply," I confessed.
"You've never been shy about that," he teased, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness.
I planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered, "I want to have you."
"You have my consent," he replied, his voice deep and alluring.
My body was truly weary, and that night, I drifted into slumber very quickly. When I woke, Shawn was no longer beside me. I
quickly dressed and went downstairs, finding Andrew in the lobby.
Confused, I inquired, "Where's Shawn?"
"He had urgent matters to attend to in Novaria. He left after you fell asleep last night. He asked me to tell you that he'll come
back to pick you up once you're fully recovered."
So he came all the way here just to check on me last night?
I asked Andrew, "How long did it take to come here?"
"About seven to eight hours by helicopter." A round trip of more than a dozen hours.
He endured fatigue just to come and see me. His actions always touched my heart.
I moved closer to Andrew and expressed my concern, "Will there be any danger where he is? I want to be by his side to
accompany him."

"How can there be no danger in such significant undertakings?"
Andrew's rhetorical question left me at a loss for words.
I let out a sigh. "I want to be there with him."
Andrew questioned me again, "Have you fully recovered now?"
I nodded. "I've had plenty of rest these past two days, and my body is recovering well. But the spot where Ezekiel kicked me still
hurts. And there's a faint ache on my face from where he hit me."
"At least there are no visible bruises on your face, so Shawn won't notice. But if he ever finds out that Ezekiel hit you, he'd be
furious."
"I didn't tell him last night," I admitted.
I made an effort to conceal the bite mark on my shoulder. Thankfully, the dim lighting last night aided in keeping it hidden.
Without raising his head, Andrew asked, "Why are you hiding it from him?"
I thought about Shawn's occasional bouts of jealousy and responded with a smile, "He's dealing with so many things right now,
and I don't want to burden him with this. Men can be possessive and easily get jealous. But I don't plan on hiding it from him
forever; I'll tell him when the time is right."
"What if he gets angry?" Andrew's question hit me hard.
"If he does, I'll still tell him. I can't keep it from him, which would only worsen things. Besides, Ezekiel's actions were because of
his illness. I'll let Shawn know how pitiful his condition is, and that I wasn't the only one he targeted."
"Your tone suggests that Mike's violent behavior is common."
I retorted, "Isn't that true?"
The current Ezekiel became distressed and resorted to violence.
"Alright then, I'll bring you to Shawn later, and after that, I'll take my leave. If fate brings us together again, we'll meet."
I asked him in surprise, "Aren't you staying?"

He lifted his head, arched an eyebrow, and explained with a knowing smile, "I've always been a free spirit, not just someone
solely dedicated to serving Shawn. I have my life and pursuits. I only help him when he needs it, and it's been nine years since I
last took orders or got involved in anything. But to maintain my hidden identity, I've been following Owen."
He had been shadowing Owen all along, and that explained how he could effortlessly slip into Ezekiel's side. So, there was a
nine-year preparation for this, and it seemed Owen had treated him genuinely well during those years; otherwise, he wouldn't
keep someone who wouldn't follow orders by his side.
"Thanks for protecting me during this time."
Andrew chuckled. "You're not being sincere, are you?"
"Well then, let me say this genuinely, thank you."
Suddenly, I remembered to ask, "You mentioned that Shawn made a promise to each of you, and you said Seth used that
promise. What was it about?"
"Seth had a fiancée, but nine years ago, she had a serious car accident. At that time, she needed a lot of money for treatment,
the best medical care, and personal protection. Since her accident was deliberately caused by someone, Seth begged Shawn to
protect her and made a lifelong vow.
"He was afraid that Shawn might refuse, so he even offered to do anything for Shawn. However, considering that James Xenos
was still alive back then and wouldn't let us go easily, Shawn had Seth take on a new identity and live in hiding in Norway.
"Shawn promised him that if they ever met again in the future, he would set him free. Recently, Seth contacted me and said he
met Shawn. Shawn asked him to become Eilam's bodyguard and mentor, he may leave after a few months."
So, there was another layer to the story. The events from nine years ago became clearer to me.
Shawn genuinely treated them with respect. Apart from letting them go, he even compensated them. Even when considering
their safety, he remained thoughtful of their well-being.
He even ensured Seth stayed hidden in Norway.
This aspect of Shawn intrigued me deeply.

I couldn't hold back my emotions and confided in Andrew, "Shawn has always treated people and situations with utmost sincerity.
Despite his seemingly cold and distant demeanor, his heart is as tender as dust, always prioritizing others before himself. Yet, he
never seeks recognition or gratitude for his actions. No wonder Emma and the others view him as their guiding light. Such a man
truly deserves your admiration."
Andrew arched an eyebrow. "Indeed."
Curious about his future plans, I inquired further, "Once you safely bring me to Shawn, what are you going to do then? You seem
quite close to Seth. Have you considered returning to Bryxton to meet him? If you do, I promise to extend my gratitude and be a
gracious host for your caring presence these past few days."
Andrew smiled and uttered, "Let's discuss that later."
He rose to his feet and probed. "Shall we go?"
Feeling uneasy, I questioned, "Are we taking a car?"
"With my injuries as they are, I'd rather avoid a car ride. My only concern is ensuring your safe arrival in Novaria before heading
to the hospital for recovery."
"And what about passports for a flight?"
Andrew's expression softened, and he responded, "Let's charter a helicopter and discreetly leave from the border. However, we'll
need to use your bank card."
"I don't have a single penny on me."
"No worries, Shawn will cover the expenses later."
Guiding me away from the hotel, Andrew arranged for a helicopter rental. Upon reaching the Novaria border, he bid me farewell
and arranged a taxi to take me to Shawn's location at a hotel in the city center.
At this particular hour, Shawn was nowhere to be seen in the hotel. With unwavering patience, I waited inside the room, until a
soft yet distinct knock echoed through the door.
Curiosity piqued, I approached and cautiously opened the door. To my astonishment, I found myself face-to-face with an
unexpected visitor.

"Why is it you?" I gasped in disbelief.