My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 491

My harsh tone of voice had Daniel confused as he asked me, "President Felix, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

I shook my head. "Perhaps not." C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Perhaps did not mean no.

Nonetheless, he quickly understood what I meant. "I see. You have misunderstood something about me," he said with a gentle smile.

Misunderstood? If I had to choose between Daniel and Shawn, I'd put my faith in Shawn. In fact, I could always put my trust in him no matter what came up. Furthermore, Anthony claimed he wanted to nullify the agreement with the Hartmanns. He wasn't a fool, so there must be something wrong with the Hartmann Family. Moreover, regarding the nature of the issue, Shawn provided me with an in-depth explanation.

I responded with a smile, "Is that so?"

"How about we get a drink?"

"I can't drink," I replied sincerely.

When he saw how stubborn and hostile I was, Daniel went quiet. Then, Ezekiel uttered, "Ms. Felix, apologies for the interruption. Please enjoy your time with your friend. If you need anything, please call

me. I am always around."

I nodded and swiftly led Emma away. As we walked off, I faintly heard Daniel comment, "You are polite with her."

"She is the head of the Xenoses."

When we returned to our table, we found Olivia speaking on the phone. As I inched closer, I heard the other person on the phone say, "Stay safe. Call me when you get home, and don't go overboard with the drinking."

That voice must have belonged to William.

There was a happy look on her face as she hung up and said to us, "My husband is so clingy. He's afraid I'll be in danger."

"Stop showing off," I quickly said. "We are all married, specifically Emma. The age gap is so big that they are always together."

I intentionally mentioned Christopher because everything that had happened was in the past. If we insisted on avoiding the topic all the time, then our friendship would be over.

However, I was glad that Olivia remained calm. "I am finally back in Bryxton and hanging out with you two. Why can't I show off a little?"

Everyone was laughing and chatting away. Emma was the kind of drinker who collapsed after one

glass, so she was soon sprawled out across the couch. As for Olivia, she could stay sober for ages. Even after all they drank, she was still bouncing with energy.

"What happened to the baby?" I asked her during a break in the conversation.

Hearing that, there was an awkward expression on Olivia's face. "I wasn't pregnant."

Two years had passed with no communication from Olivia, so I assumed the worst. Still, it was quite a surprise to hear her say that, and I have no idea why she lied to me.

"Why?" I asked.

There must be a reason she lied. Of course, she did not need to do that, but she still did it. After carefully recalling what I knew about that time, I was suddenly reminded of Nicholas. Could it be because of him?

"I lied to you, but I didn't want to," she explained guiltily. "Nicholas, he—"

This world contained many things that did not require any further explanation. Nevertheless, why did he feel the need to go the extra mile?

As if she could guess what I was thinking, she continued to explain in a rather bemused manner, "He told me to tell everyone I was pregnant. Specifically, I had to convince you. I don't know why he did it, but I had no reason to say no when he asked. To be honest, I wanted to refuse to do it, but he is my brother. A few short months after the lie started, he told me I did not need to keep lying anymore. I don't know what happened during that time, and I was too scared to contact you privately. Even now, I still don't know what happened."

Ultimately, Nicholas was the only person who could shed light on the situation. In any case, I had already decided not to communicate further with him, so it didn't matter what his reasoning was.

"It's fine. It's not your fault."

She had her problems to deal with.

"Shall we head home?" I asked, standing up.

As Emma was already drunk, I couldn't drink, and Diego was busy, Olivia would be left to spend the evening alone, which she probably wouldn't enjoy. Naturally, it took both of us a lot of work, but we finally managed to drag Emma out of the bar and into the back of the car, and I drove them both back to their respective homes. As I could not move Emma by myself, I dropped her off so that Olivia could assist me.

It was the first time I had ever set foot inside Christopher's home, and I was impressed by how spacious and tidy it was. Everything appeared so cozy as if the place had been decked out to welcome a particular individual. In addition, there was a limited-edition piano inside the home.

We placed Emma on the couch and left. In the elevator, Olivia dazedly commented, "He has changed."

"Huh?" I was confused.

"He has started to accommodate another person in his life."

She was referring to Christopher.

"Anyone, including you and William, Shawn and me, May and her previous partner, Rudy, and Emma and Christopher, would do that for the person they loved. Everyone is always changing."

Everyone would change when it came to love. Two people were making themselves fit together.

After I dropped Olivia off at the Forger's Residence and decided to head home, I noticed my phone was misplaced. When I realized I couldn't find it, I knew I'd left it at the bar and had to make a return trip. Previously, when Emma was behind the wheel, Joseph and the others trailed us in a separate vehicle.

Soon, I pulled up to the bar, and the quick-witted Joseph immediately walked up to me and asked, "Miss, are we back for something?"

"I left my phone inside. Help me look for it."

Then, he entered the bar while I waited by the door. Two minutes later, Daniel approached me and inquired, "Are you still there, President Felix?"

I crossed my arms before my chest and turned to him. "Have you been keeping an eye on me?"

Nevertheless, he ignored the mocking tone in my voice and chuckled. "Your words are quite hostile. Is there a grudge between us?"

"Daniel Hartmann, why did you befriend Ezekiel?"

He let out a long hum. "That's Mike Cloud?!"

Most people still did not know that Ezekiel was Mike. However, Daniel should not be in that demographic. In fact, he closely monitored everything Ezekiel, also known as Mike, did because he relied on Ezekiel to incite whipsaws. However, that was Shawn's speculation, and I had every reason to believe that his hypothesis was accurate. Since he pretended to be clueless, I decided to stop talking.

Then, he frowned and commented, "You're not likable."

I was speechless when I heard that.

"Be careful when you leave the house, President Felix."

I turned to stare at him. "What do you mean by that?"

"It is a kind reminder," Daniel answered. "After all, someone as noble and wealthy as you would have to be careful. The world would be thrown into chaos if anything happened to you."

"I am not that influential," I said calmly.

"I was only saying it out of the kindness of my heart. Please pardon my tactless tongue."

I did not know what to say about him. I did not want to talk to him, but whatever he said was repulsive. "Say another word, and I'll have my men escort you out of Bryxton," I threatened blatantly. "I still have the power to do that, Daniel."

He laughed when he heard that. "Are you angry because you're embarrassed?"

After hearing his response, I couldn't think of anything to say.

Why was he so persistent?

I took a deep breath. Then, when I was about to say something rather ugly, Joseph walked out of the bar and handed me my phone. "Miss, Mike... Ezekiel is drunk inside. Should we take care of him?"