My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 691

Chapter 691 That’s a Waste of Time

"Alfred has a habit. When he visits someone he considers his enemy, he will place a black umbrella at the door, symbolizing that the person is already dead."

"Sunny, are you saying that Sir Larson is inside the villa?"

Wasn't Sir Larson still at the teahouse?

"Ray, wait for me here."

Shawn entered the villa alone while I patiently waited at the door with the roses. To be honest, I was a bit worried.

I was worried about Rudy's condition.

Gosh, when will this cycle of revenge end?

About ten minutes later, Alfred came out from the villa. He was wearing the same sky blue shirt with vertical white stripes as before.

He called out in a gentle tone, "Mrs. Xenos."

I nodded and replied, "Sir Larson."

"I remember May is your best friend."

Why was he suddenly mentioning that?

While looking at him, I asked, "What are you trying to say?"

"He hurt May, and yet you're helping him."

That question hit me hard.

"Even if May wants revenge, you shouldn't be handling the situation this way."

With a gentle smile, Alfred asked, "By hurting him?"

I remained silent. Alfred's voice softened as he criticized, "You and May are both foolish, but I don't mean that in a derogatory way, but rather simple-minded."

When I heard that, I retorted, "That doesn't sound like a compliment."

"Nicholas Forger hurt you, but you chose to forgive him. Rudy Adams hurt May, yet she still forgives him. But the two of you have forgotten about me and Shawn—"

I interrupted. "Have you thought about her feelings?"

"As men, our pride drives us to want to protect the hearts of our women, but the biggest obstacle turns out to be them as well." Alfred sighed and gave up, saying, "Forget it, let's leave it at that. I don't want to dwell on the past anymore. After all, the parties involved don't care too much, so why should I bother?"

Alfred walked past me, but I stopped him. He paused, and I pondered for a moment before saying, "I'm not sure how May feels about Rudy now, but I can be certain that she doesn't have any romantic feelings for him anymore. She's in love with you now, Sir Larson. You said that May and I are simple- minded, hoping that our exes wouldn't get hurt, but you're wrong! Whether they get hurt or not is no longer our concern, but if it's you or Shawn who hurt them, then we will be caught in the middle, and it will be especially awkward for us... We don't want two men to get hurt because of us. It has nothing to do with love... What I want to say is although Nicholas and Rudy have hurt us, they are people we once

loved. It's not that we still care about them, but rather, it's about respecting the love we once had and the love we have now. We don't want our current husbands to have to deal with our past."

Alfred fell silent, and after a long time, he asked me, "So when May first sought my protection and wanted to get revenge on Rudy, it was because she didn't like me and thought she could use me? Now that she likes me, she doesn't want me to have conflicts with him?"

Did my words mean that?

"Um... I think that's what she meant."

To be honest, I was not entirely sure either.

Alfred muttered to himself and then said, "I understand."

After he walked down the steps of the villa, Shawn's voice came from behind me. "Ray, you sure have a way with words."

I turned around and said, "Speaking is also an art."

"Alfred probably won't target Rudy for a while."

After walking toward him, I held his arm and asked, "What about Rudy?"

"He's resting in bed. Let's go."

Rudy never hoped to see me anyway.

Therefore, it didn't matter whether I saw him or not.

"Come on. Let's go home and cook for Mom."

It was almost evening when Shawn and I returned to the villa. By the time we finished cooking dinner, it was already 8.00AM. Alicia had been reading the newspaper in the living room the whole time, still dressed in her elegant silk dress.

Alicia was refined and dignified, a woman with a very sophisticated and elegant life.

I whispered to Shawn, "Your mother is so elegant and graceful." NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Upon hearing that, he glanced at the living room and told me, "She's always been like this."

"Let's go, let's serve the dishes and start dinner."

During dinner, Alicia brought up the topic of the children's first birthday again. Shawn made the decision, saying, "Mother, you don't have to consult me about everything. I will have Waylen accompany you. You can ask him for anything you need. Also, I would like to invite a popular singer and have a dance performance. As for the famous opera performer you mentioned, I've already asked Waylen to invite them. Everything else is going according to plan and your wishes."

Shawn directly mentioned his decision to Alicia.

Alicia never defied Shawn Xenos.

"Sure. I'll follow your wishes."

In fact, his decision had satisfied both Alicia's and my wishes, so it was a win-win situation. Moreover, Alicia understood that Shawn had taken a step back, so she didn't push too far.

It wasn't appropriate to go too far with my mother-in-law.

To put it another way, it would be too overpowering.

...

…

Shawn had always been a man of few words. While at the dinner table, he would only answer questions being asked. As for me, I basically kept quiet because Alicia was there.

Alicia politely asked me a few questions.

Our mother and daughter-in-law relationship… How should I put it? We were like strangers to each other, cautious with each other and mutually accommodating each other.

After dinner, Alicia voluntarily washed the dishes while Shawn and I returned to the bedroom. There was a projector in the room for watching movies.

Shawn watched the movie on the sofa with me in his arms. After half an hour, he left for the basement. I finished watching the movie before going to find him. I saw him sitting tiredly on the sofa with a sweaty forehead and bangs, drinking champagne.

I asked him, "Did you work out?"

He responded with a faint hum and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into his arms. He was breathing heavily and exuding strong masculinity!

At that moment, I instantly understood his deep desires.

"Sunny, let's return to our room if you're tired."

Shawn said, "It's been a while since you called me that."

I fell into a memory and said, "I guess so."

"You seem to have become bolder."

I could hear his indulgence in his tone.

He rested his head on my shoulder, but it felt somewhat uncomfortable, so I suggested, "Let's go back to our room. You still have injuries, so I'll help you take a bath."

Upon hearing that, Shawn released me.

I urged him, "I haven't seen the wounds on your body yet."

"I've had the stitches removed," he said.

"Intense exercise can cause the wound to reopen."

Shawn got up and said, "I know my limits."

Smelling the faint smell of alcohol on him, I pushed him into the elevator, and he suddenly chuckled. "What are you doing?"

"You smell good."

"Are you pushing me because I smell good?"

"I want to smell you up close."

I tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "You mentioned using other methods during the day. I think we can try it later."

Shawn's pupils contracted, and after getting off the elevator, he carried me back to our room. I reminded him, "Shower."

The man's voice was low and hoarse. "That's a waste of time."