My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 482

"I know you're giving me a chance to spend time with my idol. You gotta give me the seat next to him later. The

backseats will be perfect for us to get closer."

I was almost rendered speechless. "Don't make random assumptions. Inviting him wasn't the original plan anyways.

I just tossed in a word since he's here."

It was not my intention to help Amy at all, but she chuckled and shrugged it off. "That ain't important. The

important thing is—I'm gonna have a date with Troy."

As she skipped her way back to the teahouse like a happy bunny, I was at a loss for words. I hopped into the car,

heading to the music hall alongside Joseph. When we arrived at the entrance, I told him, "Get two backseat tickets

for Amy."

"Okay," responded Joseph.

I pondered for a moment. "Wanna invite Tracy along?" At the sight of his blushing cheeks, I giggled. "It's not like

you've totally won her heart yet. It takes patience to woo a woman. Besides, humans have emotions. She knows

how good you are to her."

"But I'm working right now." His hesitance proved how much he desired a date with Tracy.

"I'll be at the music hall too. You can work while enjoying your date at the same time. Quick, call her."

With that, I marched into the music hall. Christopher was prepping up backstage, whereas Emma crouched beside

him and hugged onto his arm like a kid. Since when were they this close?

Noticing my arrival, she let go of his arm before rising to her feet. "You're stunning."

"That's the only thing I have that's worth praising," I joked.

Her face scrunched up. "Well, I want that too."

I patted her cheek lightly. "Look at how pretty you are, girl. I can't envy enough of your flawless skin."

Then, she suddenly confessed, "I'm learning how to play the piano these days."

"Christopher is teaching you?" I questioned.

"Hmm, but I'm a slow learner."

Not only was Emma clever, but Christopher was also her teacher. In other words, it would not make sense that she

had slow progress. So, I walked up to him. "How's her progress?"

He smiled. "Emmie's bright."

It was the first time he had ever addressed Emma by that nickname before me. It seemed like there was a huge

advancement in their relationship. This couple should be the happiest of all; they did not experience many

difficulties at the very least.

I moved my gaze onto her. "You're always selling yourself short."

As she put on a smile to play dumb, he chipped in, "Emmie invited Nicholas just a moment ago. She put you on the

spot again."

She hurriedly explained, "I didn't know Christopher had invited you, so that's why! Nicholas is my in-law. Of course, I

gotta be on good terms with him. He's polite and respectful to me."

Christopher caressed her head, comforting her. "No biggie. It's my fault for not informing you. It's just that Renee's

in a tough position now."

"I'm alright." It did not bother me in the slightest. Worrying that they would cling to this topic due to guilt, I quickly

steered the topic. "What am I supposed to do later?"

"Played Pachelbel's Canon a couple of times, right?"

"Hmm. So, is that the piece I'll be playing later?" I seek confirmation.

"Yeah. Why don't you practice twice first?"

I sat before the piano in the room and saw Canon's music sheet. "Should I bring the score along?"

"This is a high-class concert." He expected me to perform without the music sheet.

It was not that difficult, but I could not guarantee a flawless performance, hence the nervousness. "I'll play once

and try again without the score."

…

Aria received a message from Emma. 'Aria, are you coming to the concert? I asked Nicholas, and he's coming too.

If you wanna come, I'll ask him to give you a drive.' She emphasized.

Aria smiled at the message and muttered, "What a nice kid. Thank you."

Emma heard the news from Christopher that Aria came to Goldshore to look for Nicholas. The sharp Emma then

realized Aria's feelings for Nicholas, so she hoped she could make herself useful.

The intention was rooted in the admiration Emma had for Aria's perseverance and her gratitude toward her. She

was grateful to Aria for helping Ciara.

Aria kept her phone and glanced at her working attire, intending to go home for a change of clothes later.

Not long after she took a half-day off from her supervisor, Nicholas was already downstairs. He sent a text to her

and waited for her by the entrance. A couple of minutes later, she walked out of the prosecutor's office in a suit and

called him, "Mr. Forger."

"Emma told me to bring you along."

He opened the car door before she slid into the passenger seat. The sight of the neatly dressed woman elicited a

bitter emotion in his heart because of their similar looks. Although she resembled Renee from the olden days, he

had learned his lesson.

He would not treat Aria as how he did with Renee; he was willing to learn to be respectful toward her.

Once Nicholas took the driver's seat, Aria requested, "Could you take me home, Mr. Forger? I would like to change

my clothes."

He hummed in response. "Where is it?"

She told him her address before he hit the road. Silence dawned upon them throughout the whole journey. Once

they arrived at her place, he followed behind her into her apartment.

While she was changing her clothes in her room, he stood in front of the window and watched the view, which

included a lake.

It did not take long before Aria left her room again. He turned around and saw her in a white shirt and long pants.

Seems like she doesn't dress up that much.

The only thing she touched up was the faint lipstick and drawn eyebrows. Subsequently, he withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go."

Along their way to the music hall, the reticent Nicholas finally tossed a question. "I heard from my dad that you're

gonna take the office as the deputy director?"

"Hmm. The people up there have confirmed it."

Now that she had become his fiancé, no one had the nerve to get in her way. She could finally take over the

position—the place she deserved many years ago. She had to thank him nevertheless, for his sheer existence was

at least a boon for her career.

"You're a capable person," he commented.

She broke into a smile. "Thanks."

"Immune to compliments already?"

She was surprised by how talkative he was today, so she gave his question a thought. "I rarely get those from

others."

"Hmm?" He could not follow her.

"People just don't praise me. I can count them all with my fingers, so I don't ask for those. You'll get used to it once

time passes, but thanks."

"What for?" he asked monotonously.

"Thanks for the compliment. I'm happy."

Happy…

The atmosphere turned quiet all of a sudden. He understood what she meant by that, but he could not reciprocate

her love. Still, he could stay respectful since he gave her the title of his fiancé.

"Aria, I promised to marry you."

"Hmm. Thank you," she replied indifferently.

"Aria, I remember who you are."

She lifted her head almost instantly. "Hmm?"

"I remember you, the young Aria."