My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 505

After taking the call, Emma was too scared even to go home, and since Christopher was in Japan, she borrowed a

car from Nicholas to have a spin. However, the moment she got into the mountains, she was arrested, much to her

dismay. Why does this always happen? She noticed that the cop who arrested her was looking dodgy, so she asked,

"How do you find out where I am all the time? Have you been 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 he did

something wrong, so she threatened, "Tell me the truth, or I'm going to bug you every single day after I get out of

here. And I'm fierce. I'll get in your way of work and yell at you. Your colleagues are going 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'm at 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 annoyed Emma. He

explained, "I didn't do this. I have no reason to. You'd hate me if you found out, and I would gain 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't control 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 much fun as she wanted was when James

came to Bryxton, but her car broke down in the end and she ran into 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 on her. It was

out of kindness, but Emma couldn't accept it. Having someone stalking her all the time was creepy. Do I really want

this marriage? She got married on a whim, and it was done in Ireland. They were 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'm not even

twenty." She would only turn twenty in the summer, but Christopher would be thirty-four at the end 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's love between you two.

As long as there's love, then the marriage has a cornerstone. Besides, he means 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 to mediate.

Emma got the gist of it. Christopher was worried because he loved her, yet she didn't like how he was dealing 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 and wouldn't keep an

eye on her at all times anymore. However, he would ask Emma to promise him never to do anything that would put

her in danger. In the end, both of them had to compromise. Both had unique personalities, and both had to change

if they wanted to be together, especially when they were married. Christopher only wanted Emma to be safe, but

Emma was young and wanted freedom. They had to find the middle ground.

Nicholas was right. She must be honest, and she wouldn't hide anything. She knew that communication was key in a

relationship. Instead of going home, Emma waited for Christopher to text her. She would only go home after she

knew he was back. Waiting for him all alone was not a feeling she 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 was staring 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 to be 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, she stopped 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 the passenger

seat, she returned to her neighborhood.

Christopher made a cup of coffee for himself. It had been a few exhausting days. Once he finished his coffee, he sat

down before his piano and played a piece—Chopin's Nocturne. He was one of the most brilliant pianists in the world

and one of the members at the apex of the piano world. He had won all the awards and accolades that existed in

the music world, and he even created his own music style. The annals 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 wife didn't like him

very much, much to his chagrin. Back on the plane, he thought it was childish of him to get 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 Olivia said so. Even

his brother, who barely talked to him, said so as well. His assistant and friends had the same 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 a moment. It was

why he stayed by her side even when she kept rejecting him. All he wanted was to protect her. He wished to tell her

that he would be there no matter what happened. All he wanted was to give her some warmth.

He had never forgotten about her, not even after all these years. Her obsession made him remember her. 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 never meet 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 called Feelings of the

Wind. He thought he could feel the kiss of a breeze landing on his face just from hearing her sing, and he had eyes

only for her that night. Christopher never thought this young lady would 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 looked beautiful on her

slender frame. Gorgeous, even.

Christopher smiled silently. He had seen a lot of beautiful women, but Emma was the only one he was attracted to.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, I guess. She left a deep impression on him back then.

What really carved her into his memory was the kiss that night. He didn't intend to kiss her in the first place. It was

an accident while they were going after the robber. It was his first kiss, and it was gone just 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 and said, "It's

alright, mister. I don't mind. I know you didn't mean it, and it felt nice." She even kissed his cheek 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 as she could.

It wasn't until a while later did Christopher find out she only refused him because he was too old. Much to his

chagrin, she wouldn't even give him a chance to court her. He could change for her, but he couldn't change his age.

The age gap was a problem, but he refused to give up just like that, so, he hatched 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 suddenly called 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 finally melt her

heart a little. Just when she was finally acting like a cute, loving wife, she then told him right in his 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 if I'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 Christopher playing 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 at me.

Christopher felt her warmth, and it warmed his heart. He stopped playing the piano and pulled her into his

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 good mood, 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 back again, 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 was always silent

and wouldn't talk to anyone when she was angry. It was a headache for Christopher, but fortunately, she rarely got

mad. Ever since they met, she had only gotten angry three times. The first two 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, and he 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 we got 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 wanted to control

you. I'm just worried about you. I love you and don't want you to get into danger. If you love racing, why don't you

take me along?"

Christopher was trying to find 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 at Emma, 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 not blaming you,

nor am I angry at you. I just don't want anyone tailing me. I know you're worried, but I want my freedom. I have my

friends and personal affairs. I have my own life and can do whatever I want as long as I don't betray the marriage. I

love you, Christopher, and I've married you. I'm yours, but I'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 my brothers 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 two knew that

better than most people. Christopher knew Emma would listen. She wouldn't be unreasonable, though he hoped

she would since that was what younger people would do. He pecked her 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.