Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 17

Chapter 17:

“Ms. Rachel Marsh might have indeed moved out.”

Ronald’s words landed like stones, each one heavier than the last.

Brian’s long fingers curled into a fist, his expression unreadable. After a brief silence, his voice came, cold and detached. “Find her. And tell her to come back—for the suit.”

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Ronald turned and headed straight for the design department.

Rachel had just wrapped up a department meeting and was returning to her office when she spotted him waiting by the door. A flicker of surprise crossed her face.

“Ms. Marsh.” Ronald always addressed her formally at work.

Without wasting time, he relayed the issue about the suit.

Rachel listened, then gave a small nod. “Alright, I’ll go back and get it later.”

“Thank you.”

By the time Rachel arrived at the villa, the sun had already dipped below the horizon.

The house, untouched for days, sat in eerie silence, swallowed in darkness.

Flipping on the lights, she made her way straight to the bedroom.

Something felt off. The door was open.

But she clearly remembered closing it when she left.

However, she didn’t dwell on it. She quickly found the suit and called Ronald.

“Ronald, I have the suit. I’ll bring it over later.”

“Mr. White said you need to deliver it to him personally.”

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“Just take it yourself,” Rachel insisted.

“Are you avoiding me?” A familiar voice suddenly came from behind. Rachel froze. Turning around, she stared at Brian in astonishment.

“Why are you here?”

white shirt, the

streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows,

warmth softened his usual cold

brief moment,

stepped closer, raising his arms

could, his hand

“What are you—”

she struggled, pushing against his

victorious smirk. “Put the suit on for me, and

she was no match

Helpless, she gave in.

Brian wasn’t just

she finished buttoning the suit, he tilted his head

shot him an

how. Figure it out

and handed it to her. “Then learn now. Someone as smart

stared at him, utterly

the tie, she exhaled

intention of letting her off so easily. His fingers curled around her waist, and before she could step away, he closed the space between them, his chest pressing against

“You’ve been sulking for days. Isn’t it time to let

Rachel said nothing.

Brian didn’t push. Instead, he turned

not the most thoughtful or responsible boyfriend, but about what you said a few days

she looked up at him, stunned. He didn’t agree? Hadn’t

held her gaze and continued, “The wedding date is around the corner. That’s not something I take lightly. I know Tracy’s presence has upset you, and I haven’t done enough to ease your worries. But I need you to understand—I never considered being

had never once

of stone. How

if their future had any

She said nothing.

agreed nor pushed

At first, his touch remained controlled, careful. But soon, his restraint started slipping. Soft kisses trailed along her neck, one after another, each one leaving

time, he wasn’t in a

was slow,

Rachel murmured,

how breathy her voice had

irresistible

seen each other in

five long days without

things had come to this, how

with longing, as his arms