My Love for You Broke Me
Chapter 505

Chapter 505

Chapter 505

After taking the call, Emma was too scared even to go home, and since Christopher was in Japan, sheborrowed a car from Nicholas to have a spin. However, the moment she got into the mountains, shewas arrested, much to her dismay. Why does this always happen? She noticed that the cop whoarrested her was looking dodgy, so she asked, "How do you replace out where I am all the time? Have youbeen stalking me?"

The cop answered, "Someone lodged a report."

Emma saw through the lie immediately. On top of that, the cop looked nervous and was acting like hedid something wrong, so she threatened, "Tell me the truth, or I'm going to bug you every single dayafter I get out of here. And I'm fierce. I'll get in your way of work and yell at you. Your colleagues aregoing to laugh at you."

Amused, the cop sighed. "It was Mr. Forger's request."

"Christopher?" Emma frowned.

"Yes. He told us to arrest you every time you drive up the mountains. He'll handle everything else."

"Nicholas is the whistle-blower?"

Emma borrowed Nicholas' car, and he was the only one who knew. I can't believe he ratted me out!Quickly, she said, "Give me your phone." She called Nicholas angrily. "How could you do this, Nick? I'mat the police station right now. Pick me up."

Nicholas froze. "What are you talking about, Emma?"

"I'm arrested, and you're the only one who knows I was going to race."

He sighed. "I'm innocent." He made his way to the police station only to be met with an annoyedEmma. He explained, "I didn't do this. I have no reason to. You'd hate me if you found out, and I wouldgain nothing from this. Christopher probably sent someone to keep an eye on you."

She thought he had a point. She had been arrested a few times for illegal racing. Christopher couldn'tcontrol her back when they weren't married, so her being arrested had just been a coincidence.However, after they were married, she lost a lot of her freedom. The last time she could have as muchfun as she wanted was when James came to Bryxton, but her car broke down in the end and she raninto a few graves on the way back. Christopher had to pick her up.

Ever since then, Christopher would text her every time she was about to drive. 'Drive safely, Emmie.'That was what he said.

He seemed to know where she was all the time, and now she realized he had been keeping an eye onher. It was out of kindness, but Emma couldn't accept it. Having someone stalking her all the time wascreepy. Do I really want this marriage? She got married on a whim, and it was done in Ireland. Theywere now bonded for a hundred years. Oh my god, why did I do that? Now, she was in a dilemma.

She descended the stairs along with Christopher. "I think I might have gotten married too quickly. I'mnot even twenty." She would only turn twenty in the summer, but Christopher would be thirty-four at theend of the year.

Nicholas frowned. "You're having second thoughts?"

"I might have been a little rash."

"Do you love Christopher?"

"Yes." It's why I married him.

"Then, you weren't rash. If anyone was rash, it was Renee. She married me before knowing who I was,and our marriage was messy. She was in a lot of pain. But you and Christopher are different. There'slove between you two. As long as there's love, then the marriage has a cornerstone. Besides, hemeans you no harm. He's just worried. I've heard of your activities from him. Honestly, it's worrying,especially for people who love you. Especially for your husband." For once, Nicholas was trying tomediate.

Emma got the gist of it. Christopher was worried because he loved her, yet she didn't like how he wasdealing with it. She sighed. "Sorry I thought you were the whistle-blower."

Christopher said, "If you don't like what he's doing, then tell him."

He was a reasonable man. If Emma told him about her real thoughts, he would understand andwouldn't keep an eye on her at all times anymore. However, he would ask Emma to promise him neverto do anything that would put her in danger. In the end, both of them had to compromise. Both hadunique personalities, and both had to change if they wanted to be together, especially when they weremarried. Christopher only wanted Emma to be safe, but Emma was young and wanted freedom. Theyhad to replace the middle ground.

Nicholas was right. She must be honest, and she wouldn't hide anything. She knew thatcommunication was key in a relationship. Instead of going home, Emma waited for Christopher to texther. She would only go home after she knew he was back. Waiting for him all alone was not a feelingshe liked. It made her feel like she was a child who did something wrong.

A few minutes before nine, Christopher called. He warmly asked, "Where are you, Emmie?"

"At Renee's place. Are you home?"

She was indeed at Renee's place, and in her hands were the two dogs Renee owned. Leon wasstaring at her with anticipation in his eyes.

"Want me to pick you up?" Christopher asked softly.

"Nope. I have my own ride." She then hung up and put the dogs down.

Leon asked expectantly, "Finally leaving?"

Why does he want me to leave so eagerly? She went to the kitchen to wash her hands. "You seem tobe in a hurry to see me leave."

"Because you're interrupting our time together."

Emma heaved a sigh and left Renee's place. When she passed by a florist on her way back, shestopped and bought a bouquet of violets.

It didn't mean anything. She just didn't want to go home empty-handed. With the bouquet placed in thepassenger seat, she returned to her neighborhood.

Christopher made a cup of coffee for himself. It had been a few exhausting days. Once he finished hiscoffee, he sat down before his piano and played a piece—Chopin's Nocturne. He was one of the mostbrilliant pianists in the world and one of the members at the apex of the piano world. He had won all theawards and accolades that existed in the music world, and he even created his own music style. Theannals of history would have a record of his accomplishments.

He was a brilliant and prideful man, a man worthy of Renee's love and Olivia's affection. Yet his wifedidn't like him very much, much to his chagrin. Back on the plane, he thought it was childish of him toget in a fight with someone much younger than he was, and he was amused.

Emma was a hurdle he had to face. He was a lofty person. Everyone said that. His mother and Oliviasaid so. Even his brother, who barely talked to him, said so as well. His assistant and friends had thesame comment. They said he would never fall for anyone.

However, they weren't him. He had a heart. It was why he gave Renee care, even if it was just for amoment. It was why he stayed by her side even when she kept rejecting him. All he wanted was toprotect her. He wished to tell her that he would be there no matter what happened. All he wanted wasto give her some warmth.

He had never forgotten about her, not even after all these years. Her obsession made him rememberher. She also understood the meaning behind 'Street Where Wind Resides' when barely anyone could.It was a sad song, and not only did she understand it, she even asked him to play it.

Nonetheless, it wasn't love he felt for her, but concern. When she met someone whom she loved, he

backed off right away. He thought he would never get married back then. He thought he would nevermeet someone he loved until he ran into a young lady.

They first met on a stage, but she had come and left in a hurry. She performed a lively song calledFeelings of the Wind. He thought he could feel the kiss of a breeze landing on his face just fromhearing her sing, and he had eyes only for her that night. Christopher never thought this young ladywould become his wife. The next time they met, it was at a Japanese temple.

She had a petite face, big gleaming eyes, and skin as smooth as an infant's. The kimono lookedbeautiful on her slender frame. Gorgeous, even.

Christopher smiled silently. He had seen a lot of beautiful women, but Emma was the only one he wasattracted to. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, I guess. She left a deep impression on him backthen.

What really carved her into his memory was the kiss that night. He didn't intend to kiss her in the firstplace. It was an accident while they were going after the robber. It was his first kiss, and it was gonejust like that. Christopher had stared at her with a hint of fear in his eyes.

She had a nice scent. Her lips were sweet, soft, and supple. Panicked, he said, "S-Sorry." For once,Christopher felt nervous.

He was prepared to be yelled at, but the girl only stared at him with her gleaming eyes. She smiled andsaid, "It's alright, mister. I don't mind. I know you didn't mean it, and it felt nice." She even kissed hischeek after that and waved him down. "I don't mind it, so just let it slide."

Unbeknownst to her, Emma got herself in trouble. Since then, Christopher kept bugging her,

demanding that she take responsibility. Struck by disbelief, Emma stayed away from him as much asshe could.

It wasn't until a while later did Christopher replace out she only refused him because he was too old. Muchto his chagrin, she wouldn't even give him a chance to court her. He could change for her, but hecouldn't change his age. The age gap was a problem, but he refused to give up just like that, so, hehatched a plan that spanned two years. Two years later, she finally took the bait.

He didn't have much time left. If this went on, he would be too old for her. So, when she suddenlycalled and asked him to marry her, he took up the offer immediately.

Their relationship didn't improve too much after the marriage. It took a lot of effort on his side to finallymelt her heart a little. Just when she was finally acting like a cute, loving wife, she then told him right inhis face that Shawn was one of the most exquisite men she had ever seen.

It was a fact he could not dispute, but he didn't think he was that much worse than Shawn. Wonder ifI'm being too childish. However, he liked her and wanted her to only have eyes for him.

Emma could hear the tune even at the front door. She went inside and was met with Christopherplaying his piano. She put her flowers down and hugged him from behind. Acting cute never hurts.Besides, I'm fourteen years younger than he is. I should act cute. Not like he's going to stay angry atme.

Christopher felt her warmth, and it warmed his heart. He stopped playing the piano and pulled her intohis embrace. Their eyes met.

Emma called out softly, "Christopher." He patted her cheek, and she got up to kiss him. Christopher let

her. They then moved to the couch and made out for a while. Once she was sure he was in a goodmood, Emma said, "Don't spy on me ever again, Uncle Christopher."

Christopher froze for a moment, then he said, "I'm just worried about you. Don't race behind my backagain, or I'll still keep spying on you."

"But this is my only hobby." Emma frowned.

Christopher held her. "I'm worried about you."

Suddenly, Emma tensed up and left his embrace. Christopher could tell that she was mad. She wasalways silent and wouldn't talk to anyone when she was angry. It was a headache for Christopher, butfortunately, she rarely got mad. Ever since they met, she had only gotten angry three times. The firsttwo times, she told him to leave her alone. This time seemed serious.

Christopher waited for a while before he went to the bedroom. Emma was playing a mobile game, andhe pulled her into his embrace. "Are you mad?"

He had a sexy, alluring voice. "I don't like you controlling me too much," she said. "I did this before wegot married, so why should I stop after we got married? Why should I let you control me?"

When he realized that she was regretting the marriage, he frowned. Patiently, he said, "I never wantedto control you. I'm just worried about you. I love you and don't want you to get into danger. If you loveracing, why don't you take me along?"

Christopher was trying to replace a way to compromise, so Emma thought she shouldn't push too hard.She put her phone down and said, "I know. I know it's dangerous, but I don't like being spied on."

"I won't be spying on you anymore, then." He came back to Bryxton because he was a bit angry atEmma, yet now he had to apologize and cheer her up. Christopher thought it was unfair to him.

He pecked her cheek. I think I shouldn't berate him anymore. Emma stared at the ground. "I'm notblaming you, nor am I angry at you. I just don't want anyone tailing me. I know you're worried, but Iwant my freedom. I have my friends and personal affairs. I have my own life and can do whatever Iwant as long as I don't betray the marriage. I love you, Christopher, and I've married you. I'm yours, butI'm still me. I know it's a bit harsh, but I just want a bit of freedom. Next time I race, I'll bring you or mybrothers along. I won't go alone. I'll be considerate of your feelings next time."

Emma finally gave in. Both of them did. It was important to compromise in a relationship, and these twoknew that better than most people. Christopher knew Emma would listen. She wouldn't beunreasonable, though he hoped she would since that was what younger people would do. He peckedher cheek and put her hand on his collar. "Take my clothes off."

Emma froze. "Why?"

"I want you to look at my body." He looked at her warmly.

"W-Why?" she stammered.

"It's also very exquisite. I know you love exquisite stuff."

He's still mad about that? She's not moving? Coolly, he said, "Take it off."

"I-I'm sorry…" Emma shivered.

"Take. It. Off," said Christopher stubbornly.

With trembling hands, she started taking his shirt off.