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." Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

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.

……

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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."