My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 69

Street Where Wind Resides was a niche song that few people could resonate with unless one could understand it.

Even so, I showed my strength with this piece.

The audience voted for me and I won the match.

When the waiter asked if there was a new challenger, the man in a tuxedo slowly raised his hand.

He smiled shyly and said, "I want to compete with her."

Sure enough, my assumption was correct. He was the boss and would snipe the last winner when the event was

almost over.

I was not nervous at all. Even if I lost here, Christopher would win the match.

I had never doubted his piano-playing skill.

I played another modern piano piece while the middle-aged man played a Chopin nocturne, as expected of a

hidden master. I brutally lost against him, so I smiled helplessly at Christopher. The latter said, "Let me have a go."

Christopher sat before the piano. Although he was wearing a black suit that was less formal than the middle-aged

man's tuxedo, he was still noble and inviolable.

His expression was bland, alien and distant. He chose to play the modern piece that I played earlier. He wanted to

defeat him with the same piece to avenge me.

His fingering was rapid, and he poured his emotions into his playing. Every time I watched his performance, I was

obsessed with it. The middle-aged man was stunned after Christopher played a few bars.

There was a burst of applause from the audience below. In the end, Christopher won the match and we got a free

coffee. However, we didn't stay long. Not long after we left, someone stopped us.

We turned around and saw the middle-aged man following us out. He walked up to us, stretched out his hand with a

smile, and said, "Hello, I'm the owner of the café. You must be Christopher Forger, the world-renowned pianist. I'm

so sorry that I didn't recognise you earlier. You play very well. It's a realm that I can never reach. If you are free, will

you come with—"

I was right; he was the café's owner.

Like a little fan who saw an idol, he was fawning at Christopher.

He seemed to be trying to invite Christopher to something; however, the latter interrupted him and said, "I'm sorry,

I have something to do now."

The middle-aged man looked very disappointed, and he didn't keep us any longer. I said to Christopher, "You're

amazing."

His playing could capture the hearts of every audience.

Christopher praised me, "You too."

The café was just a few dozen meters away from the hospital. When we were about to go separate ways, I didn't

know what to say.

When I was struggling to find the words, Christopher suddenly reached out to me and said in a sensual and warm

voice, "Little girl, I wish you happiness and health in the future."

He was bidding farewell.

Both of us understood the distance in our hearts.

We would keep the same distance in the future.

I reached out and held it and said, "I wish you the same."

His slender fingers gently squeezed the back of my hand and then released me.

I got in the car and said with a smile, "Goodbye."

He said in a deep voice, "Goodbye."

Gary drove away, and I saw through the rearview mirror that Christopher was still standing there, looking at me

from a long distance.

Goodbye, Christopher.

I hope that both of us can have a happy ending.

……

…

It was late when I returned to Bryxton. I was going to visit May, but the fatigue made me return to the villa.

When I opened the door and went in, Nicholas was sitting on the sofa with a laptop to take care of the company's

affairs. I hugged him and said, "I'm tired."

He put down his laptop to pat my head, thereafter asking casually, "Why did you come back so late?"

I buried my head in his arms and said frankly, "The person who rescued me last night was arrested at the police

station, so I bailed him out as thanks for saving my life."

Nicholas rubbed my head helplessly and said, "You should have told me earlier. I can do the same with just a phone

call."

I looked up at him. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He smiled. "Look how stupid you are."

I sat on him, put my arms around his neck, and smiled. "I'm not!"

I even found out the café's owner with just one glance.

Hearing what I said, Nicholas sniffed and tried to ask me something, but his expression turned grim, and he asked,

"Have you met Christopher?"

I asked in astonishment, "How do you know?"

"You have his scent on you."

Nicholas' expression was cold. I couldn't say that Christopher and I went to a café, so I instinctively lied, "Before

returning here, I went to visit Olivia. He was at the hospital at the same time. We exchanged a few words, and then

I left with Gary."

I didn't mean to lie to Nicholas. I just didn't want him to be angry.

He frowned and asked, "Christopher went to visit Oliver?"

I mumbled, "Yes, she is his soft spot, I think."

Hearing this, Nicholas stared at me for a long time. After a while, he said lightly, "He is not a softie."

"Is that so?"

At that point, I changed the topic and asked, "What kind of scent do I have on me?"

"The disgusting masculine scent."

I couldn't believe this.

I reminded him, "He is your brother, you know."

Nicholas stayed silent. Then, he abruptly carried me upstairs and put me on the bed. I knew what he would do to

me, so I quickly got up to hug his neck and said, "I'm tired."

He snorted coldly. "However, you have the energy to run around with Christopher."

I didn't dare to answer. Nicholas then raised his hand to rub my face and asked gently, "Is the swelling gone? You

didn't cover it with your makeup, right?"

I said obediently, "Yes, it's gone."

"Have you eaten?"

He was getting tender.

I asked in a baby voice, "Are you going to cook for me?"

Nicholas and I were getting along. I felt attached to him, and I enjoyed such a life.

Hearing that, he lowered his head, kissed my cheek, and turned around to leave the room. I took off my down

jacket to change into a nightgown and went downstairs.

Nicholas was cooking steak in the kitchen. I went over, put my arms around his waist, and asked, "Can you make it

spicy?"

He was confused. "Do you seriously want the steak to be spicy?"

"Yes. Can you?"

I preferred spicy food.

"No. You aren't in the best of health, so no spicy food."

He rejected me outright, to which I whispered, "But I want it."

My tone was soft. I understood that the woman who knew how to act spoiled would have her best life. I could do

this to the man that loved me.

However, he still firmly refused. "No."

I tightly hugged his waist, thereafter slipping my hands around his belt and quietly pulling out his shirt.

Nicholas's body froze abruptly, and then he reminded me in a deep voice, "Don't play with fire."

I quickly let go and ran away. However, as soon as I reached the kitchen entrance, he grabbed me by the collar and

pulled me back.

He suddenly picked me up and placed me on a counter. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and raised

my head to meet his dark eyes.

He then growled in a hoarse voice, "Renee, you started this fire."