Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 33

Chapter 33:

Brian’s intensity the previous day had been overwhelming.

Rachel, mindful of the office surroundings, quickly placed her hand over his mouth. “I’m… I’m fine, Mr. White. There’s something important I need to discuss with you.”

“Mr. White?” A frown creased Brian’s brow.

“Brian,” she quickly corrected, her tone softening. “I need to ask for an advance on my salary for the next two years.”

“Why do you need such a large amount?” he asked.

Rachel didn’t hesitate as she explained, “It’s for Jeffrey’s legal defense.”

“Let Ronald handle all of Eric’s legal expenses directly. You shouldn’t worry about it,” Brian replied.

Brian was known for his financial generosity. Yet, Rachel was determined not to rely on his wealth this time.

“There’s no need. Jeffrey is my brother, and I should take responsibility for these costs myself.”

Brian paused, his hand momentarily still on her waist.

His smile remained, but it grew cold. “Are you sure about this?” Was it necessary for her to keep their finances so distinctly separate?

“Yes, using my own money makes me feel more secure. Please, just approve this request.”

Her plea visibly upset Brian.

He stepped back, hands sinking into his pockets, his demeanor turning cold. “Alright, if that’s what you want—no involvement from me—then submit the formal request. We’ll discuss it once it reaches my desk.”

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Rachel’s expression betrayed her inner turmoil.

She then moderated her approach, lowering her voice. “I know it’s unusual to ask for a two-year salary advance, but please consider it for…”

together? Or because we’ve been together for so

her shock. Did

the inconvenience!” With those words, Rachel quickly exited,

at her desk, Rachel wondered if her actions had been a mistake. Provoking him was probably unwise, especially since she was desperately in need of money. Now, even their relationship was at risk, and she found herself unable to shamelessly use his wealth. After all, his

sigh, Rachel closed

two concert tickets, and boldly asked, “These are for

foot in frustration. “Let’s see how long you can keep up

groceries, focusing on Brian’s favorites. Once home, she hesitated before finally deciding to

The call went unanswered.

text instead:

only to find his phone turned off. She waited alone, watching

gone cold. Losing any desire to eat, Rachel cleaned up the kitchen and retreated to

wrapping herself in a towel, the bedroom

his tall silhouette casting

Rachel was clearly

hands reflexively tightened the towel, and she nervously adjusted

flushed as he motioned with his finger. She stood motionless, seemingly rooted to the

He angrily removed his tie and stumbled toward her. The closer he got, the more the scent of alcohol filled the

that she realized

you been drinking?” she barely started to ask when, suddenly, she had to

against her, his body

Brian, don’t pass

Rachel managed to drag him onto the

him in and just as she was about to

an affectionate puppy, nestled his

that moment, he seemed

seeking any sign of

remained silent, offering

clear he was drunk. Why else would he suddenly seem so endearing? Normally, when awake, he

still and realized he had fallen asleep. She carefully tried to slip his hand

moment she stirred, he gripped her again, pleading, “Don’t leave. Stay and hold me. I can’t let