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.