My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 51

I was completely undressed. When Nicholas pulled off the bathrobe, my expression turned thunderous, mostly out of rage.

Right then and there, I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around myself. I was about to scold him harshly when I noticed him staring at me, as if he was about to devour me alive.

I could tell this man was thinking about me indecently.

He desired to have sexual relations with me—that was the message he was sending right now.

Heaving a deep breath, I lay on the bed, feigning ignorance. Nicholas, on the other hand, was lying motionless on the other side of the bed. I had no idea what he was intending to do. It was as if a cat was attempting to catch a mouse, and I was the mouse waiting to be caught.

I didn't dare to close my eyes, and my hands gripped the hem of the blanket tightly. When he saw me in such a dreadful state, he sneered and mocked, "Look how terrified you are. What can I possibly do to you?"

I didn't say anything in response, but then he turned around and lay on top of me. "Get off!" I said, trying to appear calm.

His body was so heavy that I could hardly breathe with him on top of me. Then, his palm found my hand and clasped my fingers before he murmured, "It's a normal thing for a man and woman to get intimate. You'll enjoy it. Why don't we try it again tonight since we've done it before?"

Such shameless words from him.

I could tell Nicholas was trying hard to suppress his desire from the heavy breath on my cheek.

He was feeling awful, I knew. He wanted to accede to his urge.

I was also a woman. The numerous messages he sent me pricked my heart as well, but I refused to do what he wanted.

It was one thing to have a biological reaction, but it was quite another to know what my heart desired. My heart had no effect toward him right now because I had no feelings for him.

Furthermore, Nicholas would never be content with only once. As long as I was still in Bryxton, he would continue to find chances to sleep with me.

I responded with reddish eyes, "No. I don't want to."

However, he ignored my rejection and lowered his head to kiss both my cheeks and my ears.

I fought with all my might, but whenever I managed to get away from him, even for a brief moment, he would pin me down again. The blanket that had been covering me had vanished, and I could feel his silk sleeping robe on me, which made me cold.

Without the blanket, I was now completely naked. While staring at me with his deep gaze, Nicholas raised his hand to touch me, but the next second, he got himself off from me.

"I am sorry. I couldn't control myself."

After a brief pause, he struggled to continue, "I'm a normal guy and you're beautiful. That is completely normal behavior for me."

I said nothing to him and simply picked up my bathrobe. In fact, I was surprised that he stopped halfway; that was not his style.

An awkward silence followed, in which Nicholas stood up and walked away. It was from the floor-to- ceiling windows that I saw him walking toward the swimming pool.

This room happened to be facing the villa's main entrance.

He was sitting on the poolside deck chair. Then, he lit himself a cigarette, only to snuff it out after a few puffs. It seemed like he wasn't in the mood.

His silhouette was just as desolate as it had been the night before.

To get away from these thoughts, I turned around and lay down on the bed, hoping to fall asleep.

However, I was unable to sleep at all. I suddenly remembered my assistant's phone call. He said that Nicholas had spent a fortune removing the trending topics when truth was, Nicholas was under no obligation to assist me.

Yet, he helped me anyway.

He went to great lengths to target the Felixs so that I could accompany him for a day. I was the driving force behind all of his actions.

But why? Given that he has already lost his memories, what does he want from me now?

I turned and looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows to notice that he now had an orangish plump cat by his leg.

It adored him as it circled his legs and rubbed up against him. I opened the window with my hand and immediately felt a cool breeze. Then, I took the initiative and inquired, "Where did it come from?"

As if nothing had happened between us, Nicholas nonchalantly explained, "From next door. As I have a fishpond in my backyard, he often comes here to have his snack. Look how fat it is now as a result of all those."

As Nicholas spoke, he bent his waist and stroked the cat. It meowed excitedly at that.

Its voice was hoarse, like that of an old cat.

"Is it hungry?" I asked.

Only a window stood between me and Nicholas. In fact, I could go out and stand beside him right now, but I lacked the courage to do so.

I had no idea what I was afraid of, as if taking the first step out would confuse my heart.

However, the man denied. "It isn't. It just ate one of my fish in the backyard."

"I see. What kind of fish do you have there?"

I knew my questions were dull, but I wanted to talk to Nicholas. Fortunately, he patiently replied, "They were all salmon."

Salmon…

Is it because of Maria that he raises them?

Does he bring Maria here often?

I didn't realize that I subconsciously let out a disappointing hum. Then, I blurted out, "Maria told me previously that she loves salmon."

When Nicholas heard that, his hand that was stroking the cat came to a halt. "It isn't for her. I haven't brought her here before," he explained in a neutral tone.

Reflexively, I asked, "Who did you raise them for, then?"

In response, he looked at me. I tried to remain calm and muttered, "Don't blame it on me. I hate salmon."

"What?" He was stunned by my words.

I then responded casually, "I dislike salmon. They have a strong fishy odor and a lot of bones. But Maria told me you like them, so I made salmon every day after we got married just to please you.

However, you had never eaten any of the food I had prepared."

The three years of marriage had left me in a state of aggrievement.

I was too cowardly at that time.

To that, Nicholas mumbled, "I see…"

"What did you say?" I asked doubtfully.

However, Nicholas did not answer me and simply shook his head. "Rest early. I'll drive you out tomorrow. I have to go to the police station to pick up Olivia."

I agreed and closed the window.

Insomnia was something that had been recently plaguing me, so I did not get any sleep that night. I saw the orange sun rising, its rays reflecting on the parasol leaves, and him going to the pool to feed the orange cat.

After he fed it, he looked in my direction and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I only opened my eyes when I couldn't hear his footsteps any longer. Within a few minutes, a light knocking sound came from my room door.

I dressed and went outside. After taking a look at my cheeks, he asked, "Would you like to put on some makeup? I've got some cosmetics here."

I nodded. "Thank you."

There was only one woman by Nicholas' side who I considered my rival in a relationship, but according to what he said yesterday, he had never brought her here.

Thus, it was clear that the cosmetics were specifically prepared for me.

After that, I washed my face and put on light makeup before taking my anticancer drugs. His face appeared to be gloomy when he saw me taking them.

The sun was already up when we left the house. It was rare for Bryxton to have such a bright sunny day.

Just as we entered the car, my phone rang and it was from my assistant. I answered it right away and asked, "What's going on?"

"President Felix, I have bad news."

He rarely spoke to me in this tone, which indicated to me that something serious had happened. Curiously, I asked, "What happened?" All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mr. Adams has passed away, President Felix."

As I couldn't react quickly enough, Nicholas bent down and wore my seatbelt for me while I subconsciously asked, "Which Mr. Adams?"

"Alba Adams."

When Nicholos heord thot, his hond thot wos stroking the cot come to o holt. "It isn't for her. I hoven't brought her here before," he exploined in o neutrol tone.

Reflexively, I osked, "Who did you roise them for, then?"

In response, he looked ot me. I tried to remoin colm ond muttered, "Don't blome it on me. I hote solmon."

"Whot?" He wos stunned by my words.

I then responded cosuolly, "I dislike solmon. They hove o strong fishy odor ond o lot of bones. But Morio told me you like them, so I mode solmon every doy ofter we got morried just to pleose you. However, you hod never eoten ony of the food I hod prepored."

The three yeors of morrioge hod left me in o stote of oggrievement.

I wos too cowordly ot thot time.

To thot, Nicholos mumbled, "I see…"

"Whot did you soy?" I osked doubtfully.

However, Nicholos did not onswer me ond simply shook his heod. "Rest eorly. I'll drive you out tomorrow. I hove to go to the police stotion to pick up Olivio."

I ogreed ond closed the window.

Insomnio wos something thot hod been recently ploguing me, so I did not get ony sleep thot night. I sow the oronge sun rising, its roys reflecting on the porosol leoves, ond him going to the pool to feed the oronge cot.

After he fed it, he looked in my direction ond I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I only opened my eyes when I couldn't heor his footsteps ony longer. Within o few minutes, o light knocking sound come from my room door.

I dressed ond went outside. After toking o look ot my cheeks, he osked, "Would you like to put on some mokeup? I've got some cosmetics here."

I nodded. "Thonk you."

There wos only one womon by Nicholos' side who I considered my rivol in o relotionship, but occording to whot he soid yesterdoy, he hod never brought her here.

Thus, it wos cleor thot the cosmetics were specificolly prepored for me.

After thot, I woshed my foce ond put on light mokeup before toking my onticoncer drugs. His foce oppeored to be gloomy when he sow me toking them.

The sun wos olreody up when we left the house. It wos rore for Bryxton to hove such o bright sunny doy.

Just os we entered the cor, my phone rong ond it wos from my ossistont. I onswered it right owoy ond osked, "Whot's going on?"

"President Felix, I hove bod news."

He rorely spoke to me in this tone, which indicoted to me thot something serious hod hoppened. Curiously, I osked, "Whot hoppened?"

"Mr. Adoms hos possed owoy, President Felix."

As I couldn't reoct quickly enough, Nicholos bent down ond wore my seotbelt for me while I subconsciously osked, "Which Mr. Adoms?"

"Albo Adoms."