My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 147

It was just like that night at the beach. Nicholas was about to assault me when his alternate personality woke up to

save me.

That was the day Shawn truly became mine.

If we truly put it into account, Nicholas gave us the final push in our relationship. Without him, Shawn would've

never opened his heart to me.

However, I wasn't expecting him to switch at that moment. My heart sank, and I quickly ran toward the villa's

entrance. When I looked back, he still stood at his initial spot without moving.

He sneered. "Are you afraid of me?"

I looked at him with frightened eyes as my hands secretly grabbed the door handle. If he made a single move, I

would quickly close the door.

But what would happen even if I shut the door on him?

He still knows the password to the villa.

I was reminded once again of the words he spoke to me in the garage, "Next time, you will be mine."

The fear in my heart rose even further. If he really decided to do anything to me, my strength would not be enough

to resist him.

Just as my anxiety began to reach its peak, he smirked. "Look how frightened you are. What can I do to you in the

middle of the day?"

I let out a breath of relief secretly. When he saw that I was not responding, he quickly lost interest and turned

around to leave.

I blinked in surprise. I wasn't expecting him to let me go so easily.

Has his condition gotten better?

I shook my head and mumbled, "I don't think so."

There's no way his condition can recover so quickly.

So, I threw my musings out of my brain and quickly changed the password so he would never be able to enter

freely again.

As soon as I changed the password, I texted Shawn, "I've just arrived at Bryxton. I'll come to the apartment at

night."

Nicholas and I used to spend our time together in the villa. However, I was unwilling to stay in this place filled with

his scent for another second.

I got up and took out my car keys after I texted him. Just as I was wondering where I should go, I received a call

from Emma.

She asked me brightly, "Renee, where are you?"

"What?"

She invited me, "Do you want to go out and have some fun?"

Chuckling, I asked, "Where?"

"Bryxton's largest red-light district."

I was surprised, "You're too brave for your own good."

I've never been to the red-light districts here. From what I've heard from my assistant, it was a chaotic place. For a

little girl like Emma to be there…

Truth to be told, I was pretty worried.

For some reason, I had some indescribable emotions toward the girl. It was as if I wanted to protect her just like

one would defend a little sister.

These feelings bewildered even me.

"It's not just me. Olivia is coming too. I met her by chance, and she invited me to come along. Coincidentally, we

also talked about you. So, since I remembered you were by yourself, I thought I should call you to ask if you would

like to join us."

She chatted excitedly through the phone. The current her finally looks like how a girl her age should behave,

instead of the mature and quiet expression she always had on her face.

I asked curiously, "Are you going there by yourself?"

She giggled and explained, "I came here after meeting my friend. I initially came to have a look, but it's quite fun

here."

I frowned. "I'm coming."

Although Olivia was well versed in martial arts, the two were still girls. Who knows if they'll come across if they're in

the red-light district.

I didn't set off right away. But, since Olivia was Christopher's little sister, I texted to inform him about their

whereabouts.

His reply came almost immediately, "I'll come in a few moments."

I kept my phone away and started the car. When I arrived, Emma was already drunk on the sofa, her petite figure

noticeable from miles away.

Upon my arrival, Olivia got up to hand me a beer but shook my head in refusal. "I've been drinking some tonic

lately, so I can't drink beer. How much did Emma drink? She seems completely out of it."

Loud music filled the area, and some couples were making out shamelessly in the lobby.

They were flirting, touching, and kissing. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary in the red-light district, but my

assistant once told me this was a common place for transactions to happen. The well-known 'princess' of the red-

light district would receive dignitaries on the third floor. I've even heard rumors of Nicholas coming here once in a

while in the past.

However, I wasn't sure if he had been with any of the women here before.

Olivia smiled as she held onto my arm. "She didn't have much to drink. It was just one glass."

Emma became like this with only one drink?!

I pursued my lips in amusement. Then, I turned to face Olivia and said, "I've contacted your brother. He'll come to

bring you home in a while."

Almost as soon as she heard my words, melancholy was painted across her face.

I glanced at her worriedly. "You don't look thrilled."

The two of us got closer because she risked her life to save me last time. There was no way I wouldn't be grateful

and concerned for someone willing to take the risk just to help me.

Unsurprisingly, she denied it. "It's nothing."

It was most likely something to do with Christopher. However, there was no way I could ask her here in this place.

I patted her shoulder gently in an attempt to comfort her. Then, after a few moments, Christopher arrived. He wore

a dark green trench coat, giving him an elegant and dignified look.

As he walked over to us, he was frowning when he stared at Olivia. Then, he spoke coldly, "Stop making trouble for

me."

Her face turned pale at his words.

I hurriedly explained the situation to him, "I was the one who called you here. This has nothing to do with Olivia. If I

knew this would happen, I would've called someone else to come."

Christopher closed his eyes as he heard my explanation. When he opened them again, he had returned to his usual

warm and polite manner, then he replied in a detached tone, "She's been coming here quite often. I would either

find her here or at the police station."

To think something like this has happened.

Olivia was probably doing it to get his attention, just like how she used to cause trouble, so he would come and find

her.

When he said that his gaze shifted and landed on the person completely drunk on the sofa, he asked in surprise,

"What's Emma doing here in Bryxton?"

I replied, "I brought her to Bryxton to have some fun."

Olivia had not said a word since his arrival. She loved him, but she was also afraid of him.

It was just the same for me when I first met Shawn. Back then, I was afraid of him because he felt so distant as if

he was someone entirely out of my league.

Christopher reached out to touch her forehead and frowned as he said, "Emma had been swimming in the sea last

night. She's a little feverish. I'm taking her to the hospital now."

He made the decision on the spot as he bent down to pick her up. It was a precise and familiar move as if he had

done this countless times before.

I stared in surprise, and even Olivia was bewildered as she stared at him. "Brother, I thought you never liked being

near women? You've never hugged me like this, even when I was young…"

He snapped, "Emma's still a child."

She mumbled sadly, "But I was a child, too."

He glanced at Emma's face before replying, "She calls me uncle, so I should take care of her."

I still remember vividly that Emma had called him uncle back in the car ride…

Who would've guessed that it would become an excuse for Christopher?

Olivia was left speechless. She had never been the one to pick a fight, especially if it was with Christopher. The

latter even ignored her as he left the place with Emma in his arms.

I was just about to comfort her when I saw a familiar face looking downwards at me from the third floor.

My heart sank. What was Shawn doing here?