My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 103

The sky in Bryxton was gloomy, just like my current mood. Christopher had always been considerate; he took my hand after he asked me and added, "I'm not in a hurry."

Although he wanted to know my answer, he was willing to give me time.

I wanted to withdraw my hand from his grasp, but when I felt his cold palms, I gave in.

Then, he took me by the hand and brought me to the concert hall nearby. Unfortunately, there were no shows today, and the vast hall was empty.

In the concert hall, there was a Steinway piano on the stage.

Christopher's grip on my hand tightened as he pulled me toward the stage. Then, he put his hands on my shoulders and ushered me to sit in front of the piano before sitting down next to me. Then, with a slight smile on his face, he asked, "Do you want to play the piano?"

I nodded and said, "I can try."

"We've never played together, little girl."

The meaning behind his words was unmistakable. I tilted my head to look at his handsome silhouette and pursed my lips with hesitation as I said, "I'll try to keep up with you."

The next instant, Christopher played a tune, and I followed suit. Because he was playing a cheerful

song, I initially thought it would be difficult to play together. However, once we started, I found that we had a tacit understanding of each other, and I didn't miss or play the wrong note.

The song we just played was upbeat, making me feel a lot happier. Just as I was ready to play the next piece, he suddenly asked a critical question, "Do you still love Nicholas?"

I hesitated before answering, "Maybe I do."

I had been through so much with him; it wasn't that easy to let everything go in such a short time. Then, I grinned and said, "But I won't return to him again. I've been trying my best to forget him."

Just a month ago, right before I jumped down the second-floor window, I almost caved in when he showed his vulnerable side.

I almost forgave him that day.

"You'll need time to heal."

After he said this, he started to play another tune. So, for the next hour, we played countless songs. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

It was a pleasure to be playing alongside him, and music was meant to be uplifting. What's more, he was also a pianist.

Not long after, Christopher's phone rang. I knew it was from Chairman Forger as Christopher answered the call in front of me.

Since the concert hall was empty and quiet, I could hear Chairman Forger from the other end of the phone when he asked indifferently, "Where are you?"

When Christopher heard his father, he frowned. "What's wrong?"

He was very cold to his father.

However, it was natural because that man had never cared for him. In fact, Christopher had been alone and neglected all these years.

Then, Chairman Forget asked, "Are you with Renee?"

In the past, he used to call me Ree. However, now he called me Renee.

Although it was just a tiny change, it still showed the difference in his attitude.

Back then, he had asked to meet me to request that I don't let Christopher get close to me, so I would not destroy this man.

Christopher didn't like where this was going. So, he asked, "Did you send someone to follow me?"

"You can be with anyone except her! She isn't just any woman. She is your brother's ex-wife! Are you two brothers going to go for the same woman? How will that make me look in the future?"

As Chairman Forger rambled on, Christopher directly hung up the phone. Then, he put his phone in his pocket and said, "Little girl, let me take you home."

Although his tone was still warm, I could feel that his mood wasn't the best. At the door of the hall, I asked, "Are you bothered by what Charmain Forger said? As a matter of fact, he's right, and I—"

He interrupted me, "It's not because of that."

When I heard that, I raised my eyebrow and looked at him. "Huh?"

"I'm just worried you might be upset because of what he said."

"You can be with anyone except her!" I repeated what Chairman Forger said. "After all that I've been through, it is impossible for me to be upset over a few words that I know are true! He is right. He is doing this for your sake. But, Christopher, there are so many obstacles between us. And one of them happens to be your younger brother."

However, he did not care what the outside world thought. "That is their problem. I live for myself, and I care about you."

"Christopher, you're a really nice man. And because of that, I can't help but get attracted by the tenderness and care you've given me. However, it would have nothing to do with love…"

"Little girl, you're being very harsh right now."

Then, he smiled and stopped me from talking as he said, "Go home. I'll come to revisit you when I'm free."

It seemed like he was used to being rejected by me; he looked calm at the moment. I pursed my lips and turned to go back to my apartment.

In my apartment, I looked down from the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw that he was still standing at the neighborhood gates with his hands in his pocket as he stared calmly into the distance.

Christopher seemed melancholic.

Did my words hurt him?

"I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt you."

You can have any woman you like next to you, and I am not qualified. Christopher, you have to find a woman that suits you.

I sat at the floor-to-ceiling window and waited for the night sky to darken. Then, somehow, I fell asleep; it was noon the next day by the time I woke up.

Immediately, I got up and made myself a bowl of instant noodles. Just as I finished eating, I received a message from Kevin. "Do you know where Sunny went?"

As soon as I saw his text, it came to my mind that I hadn't contacted or met Shawn for a month.

It seemed like he had just disappeared without warning.

I texted Kevin back, "I have no idea."

He replied without missing a beat, "Sunny hasn't been back to the company for a month, and he hasn't been answering his phone, although that's nothing new. This was something he used to do a lot. I was

just trying my luck when I asked you. I hope he is fine."

"You're scaring me," I answered.

Within a short moment, he replied, "Isn't that just how Sunny is?"

From the start, what Shawn did had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help but ask him myself. "Are you busy?"

However, he did not reply to my text.

Then, I contemplated for a long moment before I decided to call him; he did not answer my call either. Then, slowly, I began to worry about him.

I was afraid that something had happened to me and that he might be hurt.

I tried calling him again as I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, but it was to no avail. Then, inadvertently, I looked up to see a man standing at the gates of my neighborhood and was stunned.

What was Nicholas doing here?!

By now, I could easily distinguish between Nicholas and Christopher. I could instantly tell who was who, even if I looked at them from a distance.

This was because the two had completely different temperaments.

Immediately, I got up from the ground and returned to my bedroom, and that was when I got a

message from Shawn. "Is there something wrong?"

This man didn't answer my calls yet returned my text.

Shawn was really out of reach.

He would not let anyone enter his world.

After I thought about it for a moment, I answered, "Nothing."

As long as he texted back, it meant that he was fine.

That evening, I went to the floor-to-ceiling window again and saw that Nicholas was no longer at the neighborhood gate.

When I saw this, I picked up my car keys with the plan to visit Quinn in the hospital to try and end the past.

But when I opened the door and saw that familiar face, anger rose in my heart. "What the hell do you want from me?"