My Love for You Broke Me -
Chapter 206
Chapter 206
Chapter 206
By 2.00PM, the rain had eased in Bryxton. Worried that my parents would bring up marriage again, Iquickly told them after lunch, "I need to shop for some clothes. You don't have to prepare dinner forme."
Dad asked, "How long are you staying in Bryxton?"
"I'm not sure, but I'll head home at night."
He wanted to say something, but I worried he might suggest bringing Shawn home, so I draggedJoseph off with me.
Joseph held the umbrella for me until I entered the car, where I texted Emma to ask for herwhereabouts. She replied, 'I'm in Bryxton.'
'Me too.' Then, I immediately received a pin of geolocation from her. She was at the largest music hallin Bryxton.
May had once opened the Kitties' Teahouse around that area. In the past year, I rarely had any chanceto meet up with her. Since I was around now, I decided to phone her. "May, where are you?"
She answered, "I'm in Bryxton."
"I'm back," I said.
"Alright! I'll meet you after class."
Curious, I asked, "What class are you taking?"
"It's an art class. I was dying from boredom, so I got a place in a college through some connections. I'mnow learning painting from a professor."
"Okay. Call me later."
After hanging up, we left for the music hall where Emma was at. I asked that the bodyguards wait forme outside the hall.
As I entered the hall, I immediately saw Emma, who was seated in the last row.
I approached her. "Why don't you sit in front?"
She offered me the seat beside her and explained coolly, "I don't want Christopher to know I'm back."
"If so, why did you come all the way to Bryxton?"
That was an intentional question to confirm her feelings for Christopher. To that, she answeredcandidly, "I love his music. It's melodious and relaxing. That's the only reason why I'm here."
I remembered the first time I met Emma. She was alone, sitting beside the road with her headphoneson while playing Christopher's piano piece. At that time, she was still a stranger to him.
Indeed, she separated the art from the artist, and she would never idolize any artist blindly. Even if herbeloved artist was willing to be with her, she would turn him down with a rational mind.
Knowing that a brainiac like her would never reveal anything unless she wanted to, I gave up oninterrogating her and changed the topic. "When does the performance start? Are you heading back toEldham today?"
She shook her head. "Tomorrow."
"Oh, okay." She added, "The performance is starting now."
Soon, the curtains on the stage were pulled aside, but Christopher did not show up. A few minuteslater, someone took a seat beside me, and I was stunned when I recognized the man. "Why are youhere?"
The man before me was dressed in a black tuxedo suit and a white shirt with a black bow. I could nothelp but admire his good-looking features.
Emma looked over and saw Christopher. "Sir, aren't you supposed to play the piano?" She chuckled.
He calmly looked at her as his expression paled. Then, he asked coldly, "Since when have you beenback?"
She replied truthfully, "I arrived here two days ago."
"Are you here for my performance?"
Since he was addressing her, I felt awkward being stuck between the two.
To his question, she nodded. "Yeah." She was never good at lying and always spoke the truth.
He stopped asking questions at that point. With an amused expression, he walked up to the stage fromthe audience seating area.
Looking stately in front of the piano, he started playing a tune. It was the 'Street Where Wind Resides',which I had not heard of in a long time. Why is he still playing this tune?
Emma suddenly turned to me and remarked, "What a childish man."
Surprised, I asked, "Why?"
She merely smiled in response and seemed to be in a good mood.
I had only figured out the reason behind Christopher playing that tune after a while. He did it onpurpose to anger Emma, for he wanted to make her jealous.
For context, the video of Christopher and me had trended on Twitter. Most people understood thereason behind his performance, but Emma saw through his act right away. She knew very well that hehad performed the song just for her.
When I finally connected the dots, I thought it must be tough for two highly-intelligent beings to date, forthey could always read through each other's minds.
Just like how Emma commented that Christopher was a 'childish man'.
…
When May arrived, Christopher's private performance had not ended. She took a seat beside me andwhispered, "Ree, why did you think of attending his performance?"
I whispered back, "That girl seated beside me wanted to attend. You know, she loves his music. She'ssort of a loyal fan."
May made a blind guess, "Is she in love with him?'
I worried that Emma would overhear our conversation, so I whispered to May, "No. It should be theother way around."
Her eyes widened in shock. In denial, she gasped, "You must be lying!"
I smiled. "Why would I?"
May became restless as she fought her fondness for gossip. She wanted me to elaborate on thedetails, but this was not a suitable venue. In the end, she left the music hall with me.
Walking behind her, I commented, "The show hasn't ended yet."
"It's not my first time listening to Christopher anyway," she dismissed me.
I hesitated. "It doesn't feel right to leave Emma alone."
"Christopher's there. If he likes her, he wouldn't leave her alone. We're only going to be third-wheeling."
On second thought, May was right.
Holding her arm, I gave her a simple breakdown of the affairs between Christopher and Emma. I eventold her about Diego's affection for Emma.
To that, she replied in shock, "I know Diego! He always replaces trouble with Rudy, but Rudy doesn't reallymind him."
"Oh, I see."
Subsequently, May led me to exit from the back of the music hall, but I reminded her, "My bodyguardsare still waiting for me out there."
"Why do the bodyguards have to follow us to a girls' day out?" she grumbled with a troubledexpression. "Mine are waiting for me too. Rudy sent them."
"No wonder you have to use the back exit."
May giggled and planned our itinerary. "Since it's been ages, you have to stay longer in Bryxton. I'mgoing home with you tonight, and we're going to the haunted house tomorrow!"
I rejected the idea. "I am not as brave as you."
"Hmph—" She was interrupted by a sudden attack right then! Someone knocked her unconscious witha strike of a stick, and a few brawny men appeared in front of us.
The moment May fell to the floor, I quickly acted as if I had fainted for fear to avoid being attacked next.
"She's a faint-hearted one."
"Let's get going. These two women are unusual."
Some newbie asked innocently, "How so?"
"Do you know who's in charge of Europe now?"
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