My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 489

Chapter 489

"The Larsons are unquestionably involved, as all evidence points in their direction. We have no idea if it was a member of the family or if Sir was responsible," Shawn said.

"Still, he is one of the Larson Family," I objected.

After hearing my comment, he merely smiled and said nothing. Then, I looked at him blankly, and he led me to our bed, where he continued, "Yes, Sir intentionally withheld the truth from May, but he also feels it's important for her to be aware of it. Furthermore, there's a war going on in his head right now. He knew that if he didn't provide a satisfactory explanation for what happened back then, she would never forgive him. This means he'll need to be ready for whatever comes his way."

Shawn added, "If he did it, he would find a way out for himself. Perhaps, he didn't do it. Anyway, there's nothing we can do but watch and see how they handle this situation. Soon, May will fill in all the blanks and answer all your questions. Hence, you'll need to be patient."

He was implying that Sir would never let May go. Although she gave off the impression of being a laid- back woman, she never skimped on her investigation into Alba's death. Moreover, she had always wanted to know the truth. If Sir or the Larsons were truly responsible for Alba's death, she was unlikely to forgive him.

Suddenly, I recalled what Rudy had said about Sir and asked, "Is Sir a scheming and vicious man?"

He replied, "Everyone is unique, and some still believe I am a cruel and ruthless man."

Everyone had their own take on the world, so it was best not to pass judgment on others based on what you overheard someone else say about them.

"Oh, I understand what you mean."

While I had my arms around his neck, he leaned down to kiss me, and I instinctively returned the gesture by kissing his cheek. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and I quickly let go of him. Then, I opened the door to find Emma standing outside.

"Shopping?" I asked with a frown.

"Can we?" she replied, fervently nodding.

Her level of impatience was unreasonable. So, it was unfathomable that she was eager to buy a gaming computer.

Then, I stepped out of the room and closed the door. "Tell me the truth."

Emma's face fell, and she replied, "It's been a while since the last time I raced."

"Ah, so you wanted to race!" One of my least favorite activities is driving. Therefore, I avoid car rides, particularly at the moment. After considering a few possible referrals for her, I added, "How about Aria?"

"I'm not familiar with her," she answered.

"Ciara?"

"She's so boring and quiet."

I was at a loss for words when she dismissed my suggestions.

Soon after, I ran out of names of people who could accompany her, and Emma quickly realized that she could not persuade me to do what she wanted. "Fine, I'll go shopping by myself—"

Before she could finish her sentence, her phone began to ring. However, she was shocked to see the name on the phone's screen and exclaimed, "It's Olivia. Since she got married, we haven't kept in touch. What prompted her to think of me? Is she back at Bryxton?"

"Answer the call," I suggested.

Then, she quickly slid her finger across the button to answer the call, and I overheard Olivia say, "Emma, I'm in Bryxton visiting family. I have arrived at the airport, so please come to the Forger's Residence for dinner tonight. Don't forget to bring Christopher."

Emma replied hastily, "He isn't in Bryxton at the moment. I don't want to go alone since the elders make me uncomfortable. Right now, I'm at Renee's house. Do you want to come over?"

"It has been a long time since I last saw her. Alright. I'll head back to the Forger's Residence to drop off my bags before going over."

"We'll pick you up later," Emma said.

Now, I had no choice but to get out of the house.

Still, what brought Olivia back to Bryxton? A year had passed since we had last seen each other. In fact, nearly two years have passed since our last meeting. During that time, she claimed that she was pregnant. On the other hand, she has been completely silent since her marriage. Similarly, she did not post anything online.

"Let's go?" Emma asked me after hanging up.

Suddenly, my head pounded at the prospect of the car ride. "Give me a moment."

Following that, I retreated to my bedroom to find Shawn hard at work on the laptop. When I glanced at his screen, I noticed that he was working.

Seeing that I was staring, he patiently explained, "When I have time, I will keep an eye on the company. So, how about you? Are you going out with Emma?"

"Yes. Our friend is back in town."

"Be careful," he said.

Then, I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. My action made him smile, and he soon began to tease me. "You've been clingy lately."

I smiled in return. "Don't you like it, Sunny?" Then, before he could respond, I continued, "You don't like it?"

As I continued to probe, Shawn simply hummed in placid acknowledgment.

"Does that mean yes or no?"

He sighed. "You are such a chatterbox."

"Answer me," I pleaded cutely.

"I do."

I got so excited after hearing that, and I did a little happy dance as I left the room. When I opened the door, I saw Emma eavesdropping, so I raised my eyebrows and inquired, "What are you doing?"

"Tsk! You are so stubborn," she replied.

Her remark rendered me speechless.

Then, I reached out and gently prodded her head. "Why are you eavesdropping on a married couple's private conversation? Men appreciate women who make an effort like that."

"I can't stand it," Emma said while making a dismissive gesture.

"Don't act cute with Christopher then."

Soon, I closed the door and headed downstairs with her by my side. She retorted, "How can that be the same? I'm not as sappy as you."

I told her she was being ridiculous, and she quickly changed the subject to something more intimate. She asked, "Do you do it a lot with him? Are all men that energetic?"

I burst out into chuckles. "Does Christopher want to do it that often?"

When I mentioned him, my heart finally calmed down. I was delighted that we both found happiness and became best friends.

Suddenly, Emma's face flushed, and she replied, "A little."

"He has always remained chaste in the past. However, since he has experienced physical intimacy, why would he ever let you go? Handle this by yourself."

"I'm scared," she exclaimed, sighing.

I continued to chuckle without saying another word. After scanning the cars in the garage, Emma selected an eye-catching sports car. As I put on my hat and got into it, I reminded her, "It may be summer, but a strong breeze is still intolerable for me."

"I will drop you off near the Forger's Residence and pick you up after I do a lap around the neighborhood," she promised.

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Since the distance between my villa and the Forger's Residence was comparable to that of the airport, Olivia would have arrived before us.

Moreover, she ensured that the car's roof remained closed throughout the journey to spare me the ordeal of fending off the wind.

When we were getting close to the Forger's Residence, Emma suddenly commented, "Olivia likes Christopher, so it's quite awkward when I meet up with her."

"You know about it?" I was shocked.

"She looks at him differently; there is light in her eyes. However, two years have passed. I don't know what she feels now. After all, it has been years, and she is married."

Everyone appeared to be married, as Emma, May, Olivia, and I had families. I had faith that Olivia would eventually let go of the past and move on. Regardless of whether or not she did, it had nothing to do with love. Otherwise, why would Olivia tie the knot with William? As far as I could tell, she did love him.

"That is not the right way to approach this. You are her sister-in-law, and she is married. Everyone is leading their own separate and happy lives. Clinging onto the past would only give you more trouble."

"Oh, I am so petty."