Chapter 211

Chapter 211

I turned around in surprise and asked dubiously, "I thought you'd be coming from… Wait. How are you

here already?"

As snowflakes swirled around the night sky, I turned around to see Shawn, but he was not in his usual

black suit.

Standing right before my eyes was a man in a thin, black military uniform. The jet leather belt hung

slightly around his waist, complementing his slim figure and making him look neat and sturdy.

In addition to his rigid expression, the way he placed his hands behind exuded a rigorous yet sexy

aura. Still, the hair resting on his forehead smoothened his persona. He looked splendid!

It was a sight I had never seen before. Before he managed to utter a word, I scurried to him and

wrapped my arms around his neck. In the meantime, he held my waist firmly to catch me from falling.

"Sunny," I called lovingly.

"What's wrong? Aren't you mad at me anymore?" Smidgens of affection laced his gruff voice.

I rested my chin on his shoulder as I shook my head. "I wasn't mad at you. I was just mad at myself."

Shawn did not say anything as I apologized, "Sorry. It was my fault and yet, I vented it out on you."

He stretched out his arm to caress my head softly. "Waylen said that it's normal for women to be moody

at times."

He never blames me no matter what happens, but what about him? Doesn't he feel wronged?

"Sorry, Sunny."

"Hmm. No more next time." His hand on my neck pushed me lightly into his embrace as he said

indifferently, "Do not claim that you don't know me, ever."

Shawn had always displayed a nonchalant demeanor. He had slogged through countless dangers as of

today, and the serenity in his eyes never wavered. He could always keep his cool in the face of troubles

as if he was the calm sea.

It pained me to see him acting like this. Suddenly, Bertie's question came to my mind. Do you know him

well, then?

I've never understood him, but I want to because I care for this ever-calm man!

I nestled in his arms and promised sternly, "No matter what happens in the future, I will never pretend

to not know you ever again. Sunny, unless you don't want me anymore, I will never leave you."

"Appreciate what you have, Ree."

I understood what he meant by that—he wished for me to cherish him and value him. It was then that

tears trickled down my cheeks in silence. "I will."

Shawn looked back at the boisterous street and blurted something weird. "He really racked his brain

just to make you feel better."

"Who?" I questioned.

Instead of answering my question, he carried me and left the place in that posture. I asked softly,

"Where are we going?"

"To Eldham. Home."

When he walked for about a kilometer with me in his arms, I noticed a helicopter far ahead; Waylen

was also waiting right there!

He set me down about ten meters away from the helicopter, after which I ran over and shouted, "It's

been a long time, Mr. Briar."

Waylen nodded politely. "Ms. Felix."

Once I took over the household responsibilities in the Xenos Family, Waylen was the only subordinate

of Shawn who was willing to talk to me. In fact, I was hoping to seek forgiveness from Kevin and the

others.

Am I asking too much? Plus, I bet Mr. Briar hasn't forgiven me yet. He's doing this because of Sunny.

At the thought of that, my heart sank in disappointment while I bypassed him to board the helicopter, in

which I saw a pale-faced May cuddling in Rudy's arms.

In a black leather jacket, he coldly stared over my shoulder at Shawn and said in displeasure, "Look at

my woman. She's badly injured, so why is your woman totally fine?"

Figuring that May's injury had incurred his anger, I hurriedly explained, "May lost consciousness

because someone hit her, but I put up an act and fainted before they swung their bats at me."

He frowned. "And those fools bought it?"

Shawn seated himself opposite Rudy and I sat next to him while guessing, "I think they knew about it,

but it seems like they didn't want trouble, so they just let me be."

"Lucky you." Rudy sighed.

I nodded before linking onto Shawn's arm and resting my head on his shoulder. As I watched him

furtively, he lowered his gaze onto me. Our gaze intertwined midair just like that for a very long time.

A while later, May piped up out of concern, "Are you alright, Ree? I'm feeling kinda dizzy. I can't really

speak right now."

"Don't worry about me. It's just that my legs hurt."

"What happened?" asked May softly.

"After I left that building, I went to the city on foot. Snow is piling everywhere and look what I'm wearing.

It was freezing and tiring."

"Speaking about it, you look amazing in this golden piece, but that white garland on your head must've

been through a lot."

I had fallen a few times in the snow, hence the disfigured wreath. However, Bertie kept picking it up and

putting it on my head. He even picked it up when I threw it away!

I was helpless at his persistence and so I asked, "What's the use of keeping it?"

"White means blessings." That was his explanation.

Wait, what? Does white indicate blessings? This is the very first time I'm hearing this!

I removed the wreath and put it aside when Rudy abruptly pointed out some loopholes. "You walked

fifty miles long in the snow? Forget about the long journey and the fact that it's nighttime, do you know

which direction you're heading exactly? Were you really all by yourself?"

His question pricked my conscience. I did not know what to answer because of the promise I made to

Bertie to keep it a secret. It would not be a problem if there was not a promise, to begin with, but now

that I had given my word, I should stay true to it!

Pursing my lips tightly, I was clueless about how to counter that question. Yet, he saw through her

hesitation. "It seems like you've received help from someone. I believe you didn't walk alone for fifty

miles, did you?"

His words were directed at me, but he was actually close to the truth! If he could guess out of it, Shawn

should have made the same assumption.

Yet, he did not voice out any of his opinions. He had always been like this—reticent in front of people

while maintaining his maturity and indifference.

At that moment, I was oblivious to the reason behind Rudy's tenacious questions because I did not

understand how he and Shawn usually interacted. In actuality, they tend to poke each other at their

sore parts!

Indeed, Rudy brought it up on purpose just to upset Shawn. It was like how Shawn made sarcastic

comments about him not long ago. The two powerful men took pleasure in poking fun at each other.

Hence, their women were unlucky because of their 'hobby'.

Due to my silence, May sensed the strange atmosphere lingering in the air, so she hugged Rudy's arm

tightly and uttered softly, "Rud, I'm sleepy."

The sensible Rudy zipped his lips, but he cast a pall of ominous cloud over my heart. I figured that I

had to find a timely chance to give Shawn an explanation. Having him misunderstand me was the last

thing I hoped for right now.

Gingerly, I held his cold hand and he looked sideways at me. It took him a while before he assured, "No

overthinking."

Is he comforting me?

Just as I was about to respond to him, Waylen, who was next to him, recognized the clothes. "I've seen

this design before. It's made by the imperial family of France. There are only three people who owned

the piece. It's just a matter of time to find out who it is, but why did he leave such obvious evidence?"