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…”

one night together? Or because we’ve been together for so long?” Brian’s

face drained of color, reflecting her shock. Did she really

words, Rachel

even their relationship was at risk, and she found herself unable to shamelessly use his wealth. After all, his wealth remained his own. The last thing she

a heavy sigh, Rachel

Tracy approached, holding two concert tickets, and boldly asked, “These

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

by the supermarket on her way home. She picked up groceries, focusing on Brian’s favorites. Once home, she hesitated before finally deciding to

The call went unanswered.

she sent a text instead: “I’ve made dinner. Please come home and

received no response. She tried calling again, only to find his phone

Losing any desire to eat, Rachel cleaned up

of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel, the bedroom door

tall silhouette casting a shadow. His gaze intensified

Rachel was clearly

tightened the towel, and she nervously adjusted her damp

ordered, his face flushed as he motioned with

angrily removed his tie and stumbled toward her.

was then that she realized he

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

body bending her

wake up, Brian, don’t pass out now.

managed to drag him onto

was about to dry her hair, her

nestled his head against her neck,

moment, he seemed

she whispered, seeking any

silent,

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

him remain still and realized he had fallen asleep. She

stirred, he gripped her again, pleading, “Don’t leave. Stay and hold