My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Chapter 147

It was just like that night at the beach. Nicholas was about to assault me when his alternate personalitywoke up to save me.

That was the day Shawn truly became mine.

If we truly put it into account, Nicholas gave us the final push in our relationship. Without him, Shawnwould've never opened his heart to me.

However, I wasn't expecting him to switch at that moment. My heart sank, and I quickly ran toward thevilla's entrance. When I looked back, he still stood at his initial spot without moving.

He sneered. "Are you afraid of me?"

I looked at him with frightened eyes as my hands secretly grabbed the door handle. If he made a singlemove, I would quickly close the door.

But what would happen even if I shut the door on him?

He still knows the password to the villa.

I was reminded once again of the words he spoke to me in the garage, "Next time, you will be mine."

The fear in my heart rose even further. If he really decided to do anything to me, my strength would notbe enough to resist him.

Just as my anxiety began to reach its peak, he smirked. "Look how frightened you are. What can I doto you in the middle of the day?"

I let out a breath of relief secretly. When he saw that I was not responding, he quickly lost interest andturned around to leave.

I blinked in surprise. I wasn't expecting him to let me go so easily.

Has his condition gotten better?

I shook my head and mumbled, "I don't think so."

There's no way his condition can recover so quickly.

So, I threw my musings out of my brain and quickly changed the password so he would never be ableto enter freely again.

As soon as I changed the password, I texted Shawn, "I've just arrived at Bryxton. I'll come to theapartment at night."

Nicholas and I used to spend our time together in the villa. However, I was unwilling to stay in this placefilled with his scent for another second.

I got up and took out my car keys after I texted him. Just as I was wondering where I should go, Ireceived a call from Emma.

She asked me brightly, "Renee, where are you?"

"What?"

She invited me, "Do you want to go out and have some fun?"

Chuckling, I asked, "Where?"

"Bryxton's largest red-light district."

I was surprised, "You're too brave for your own good."

I've never been to the red-light districts here. From what I've heard from my assistant, it was a chaoticplace. For a little girl like Emma to be there…

Truth to be told, I was pretty worried.

For some reason, I had some indescribable emotions toward the girl. It was as if I wanted to protect herjust like one would defend a little sister.

These feelings bewildered even me.

"It's not just me. Olivia is coming too. I met her by chance, and she invited me to come along.Coincidentally, we also talked about you. So, since I remembered you were by yourself, I thought Ishould call you to ask if you would like to join us."

She chatted excitedly through the phone. The current her finally looks like how a girl her age shouldbehave, instead of the mature and quiet expression she always had on her face.

I asked curiously, "Are you going there by yourself?"

She giggled and explained, "I came here after meeting my friend. I initially came to have a look, but it'squite fun here."

I frowned. "I'm coming."

Although Olivia was well versed in martial arts, the two were still girls. Who knows if they'll come acrossif they're in the red-light district.

I didn't set off right away. But, since Olivia was Christopher's little sister, I texted to inform him abouttheir whereabouts.

His reply came almost immediately, "I'll come in a few moments."

I kept my phone away and started the car. When I arrived, Emma was already drunk on the sofa, herpetite figure noticeable from miles away.

Upon my arrival, Olivia got up to hand me a beer but shook my head in refusal. "I've been drinkingsome tonic lately, so I can't drink beer. How much did Emma drink? She seems completely out of it."

Loud music filled the area, and some couples were making out shamelessly in the lobby.

They were flirting, touching, and kissing. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary in the red-light district,

but my assistant once told me this was a common place for transactions to happen. The well-known'princess' of the red-light district would receive dignitaries on the third floor. I've even heard rumors ofNicholas coming here once in a while in the past.

However, I wasn't sure if he had been with any of the women here before.

Olivia smiled as she held onto my arm. "She didn't have much to drink. It was just one glass."

Emma became like this with only one drink?!

I pursued my lips in amusement. Then, I turned to face Olivia and said, "I've contacted your brother.He'll come to bring you home in a while."

Almost as soon as she heard my words, melancholy was painted across her face.

I glanced at her worriedly. "You don't look thrilled."

The two of us got closer because she risked her life to save me last time. There was no way I wouldn'tbe grateful and concerned for someone willing to take the risk just to help me.

Unsurprisingly, she denied it. "It's nothing."

It was most likely something to do with Christopher. However, there was no way I could ask her here inthis place.

I patted her shoulder gently in an attempt to comfort her. Then, after a few moments, Christopherarrived. He wore a dark green trench coat, giving him an elegant and dignified look.

As he walked over to us, he was frowning when he stared at Olivia. Then, he spoke coldly, "Stopmaking trouble for me."

Her face turned pale at his words.

I hurriedly explained the situation to him, "I was the one who called you here. This has nothing to dowith Olivia. If I knew this would happen, I would've called someone else to come."

Christopher closed his eyes as he heard my explanation. When he opened them again, he hadreturned to his usual warm and polite manner, then he replied in a detached tone, "She's been cominghere quite often. I would either replace her here or at the police station."

To think something like this has happened.

Olivia was probably doing it to get his attention, just like how she used to cause trouble, so he wouldcome and replace her.

When he said that his gaze shifted and landed on the person completely drunk on the sofa, he asked insurprise, "What's Emma doing here in Bryxton?"

I replied, "I brought her to Bryxton to have some fun."

Olivia had not said a word since his arrival. She loved him, but she was also afraid of him.

It was just the same for me when I first met Shawn. Back then, I was afraid of him because he felt sodistant as if he was someone entirely out of my league.

Christopher reached out to touch her forehead and frowned as he said, "Emma had been swimming inthe sea last night. She's a little feverish. I'm taking her to the hospital now."

He made the decision on the spot as he bent down to pick her up. It was a precise and familiar moveas if he had done this countless times before.

I stared in surprise, and even Olivia was bewildered as she stared at him. "Brother, I thought you neverliked being near women? You've never hugged me like this, even when I was young…"

He snapped, "Emma's still a child."

She mumbled sadly, "But I was a child, too."

He glanced at Emma's face before replying, "She calls me uncle, so I should take care of her."

I still remember vividly that Emma had called him uncle back in the car ride…

Who would've guessed that it would become an excuse for Christopher?

Olivia was left speechless. She had never been the one to pick a fight, especially if it was withChristopher. The latter even ignored her as he left the place with Emma in his arms.

I was just about to comfort her when I saw a familiar face looking downwards at me from the third floor.

My heart sank. What was Shawn doing here?