Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Let's go home. I want to hold you to sleep

A day later, it was Martin's funeral.

The funeral house was of heavy and depressed aura. Many people came to the ceremony.

Norah knelt in front of the funeral hall, quietly looking at grandpas picture.

Martin said he don't want her to cry.

She really did not cry for that reason.

The day of the burial, it rained heavily.

The rain was pouring down.

Norah, dressed in black with a white flower pinned to her chest, stood in the crowd under a black umbrella.

Through the huge rain curtain, she seemed to see Martin smiling at her.

He said, "Norah, don't cry. Grandpa loves to see your smile. Norah has the most beautiful smile."

So, Norah tried to control her mood all the time.

It wasn't until all the guests had left that she dropped her umbrella, stumbled over to Martin's gravestone and fell to her knees.

"Grandpa, I was good. I did my promise. I didn't cry."

"I really didn't cry."

Tears, just like a faucet flowing down.

Norah suddenly thanked the heavy rain, because with the rain, no one could see her crying.

But how could she not be sad?

How could she not be sad?

Shawn had been kneeling in front of grandpa's gravestone, all wet in the rain, but still kneeling straight.

No matter who tried to pull him, it didn't work.

He knelt, his resolute eyes fixed on the picture of his grandpa.

Norah knew that he was blaming himself and atoning for his sins.

He felt that he had provoked grandpa, and that if not for him, grandpa might have been with them a little longer.

"Shawn..." Norah stepped forward to pull him.

But Shawn still firmly kneeling, didn't move.

"I'll let Anthony send you back. You didn't sleep these days, go back to have a good rest. Grandpa must wish you well."

"You haven't slept either. You need to have a rest." Norah looked at her lovingly.

The rain washed down on the both, and they were wet.

The rain ran madly down their hair and faces.

"Shawn, grandpa wouldn't want to see you like that. Get up and we'll go home."

Norah reached for him.

Suddenly, Shawn stretched out his hand and held Norah in his arms.

The next moment, Norah heard him crying. He buried his head in her neck and cried out bitterly.

Although he had been trying to restrain himself, Norah still felt a violent trembling all over his body.

Norah reached out and gently cradled his head in her arms.

She always thought she was the one who felt the worst about grandpa's death.

But only now did she realize that she had been wrong.

Shawn was the person who was the most sad.

He was taught by grandpa since childhood. He learned from grandpa how to be a man and how to do business at his age when he began to understand things.

It could be said that all his skills were taught by grandpa.

Grandpa was there for him through all of his life.

But now, grandpa left him, suddenly left his world.

"It's all my fault, right? I'm the one who killed grandpa."

"He wouldn't have left if I hadn't pissed him off by insisting on divorce."

Shawn whispered in a sad and low voice, his eyes red, full of red blood, and his legant and handsome appearance was also gone.

Seeing this, Norah felt even more distressed.

She reached out and hugged him closer. "Grandpa loves you so much. He won't blame you," she said softly.

"Grandpa said he didn't leave, he just went down to be with grandma."

"Really?" He looked up, his dark eyes staring at her like those of a helpless child.

Norah nodded, "Yes, grandpa told me himself."

"The wind is so strong, I am so cold. Shawn, shall we go home?"