Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 47

Chapter 47:

Rachel cast a disinterested glance in Brian’s direction. “It’s business. You wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting, would you?”

Brian’s demeanor turned icy. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say?” he snapped.

“You really shouldn’t be late,” Rachel replied, her voice cool and detached.

“Can’t wait to get rid of me, huh? Afraid your intern might catch us?” Brian retorted, his words slicing through the silence like sharp blades.

Rachel had no desire to argue, nor did she see the point in justifying herself. “Believe whatever you want.”

Brian let out a dry chuckle before turning and walking away, leaving Rachel staring at his back as he disappeared.

During the entire meeting, Brian’s expression was so cold that it made everyone uneasy. The tension in the room was thick, and no one dared to breathe too loudly. Even Ronald chose his words carefully, not wanting to set Brian off.

When the meeting finally wrapped up, he gathered his nerve and said, “Mr. White, I think Ms. Marsh might have gotten the wrong idea.”

“What do you mean?” Brian asked.

“You traveled all this way out of concern for her, but when you spoke to her, you made it sound like the meeting was your main reason for coming, and she was just an afterthought.”

Brian stilled for a moment, his face giving nothing away. After a brief silence, he looked at Ronald. “Are you saying she’s upset?”

Ronald thought for a second before responding, “She didn’t say it outright, but I could tell. She was probably hoping you’d come just for her.”

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“Where is she?” Brian asked without hesitation.

Ronald immediately gave him the address.

They pulled up to the location just as noon approached.

“Mr. White!” Samira shot to her feet, visibly startled by Brian’s unannounced arrival.

Brian’s cold gaze flickered toward the table laden with food before cutting to Samira. “Where’s Rachel?” he demanded.

“She wasn’t feeling great, so Trey took her out for some fresh air,” Samira answered, her voice carrying a nervous edge.

finish—he was already making his

sat in a hanging chair, her posture slightly slumped, likely from discomfort. Her long hair draped over her shoulder, and her face

her, looking up. The sunlight hit his sharp features, making him stand out

him was one Brian had no interest in witnessing. Letting out a disdainful scoff,

ride back, he was still

his phone, and called Rachel. His voice was firm. “This is your last

thanks. I appreciate it, though,” she replied calmly. Rachel was committed

out, frustration thick in his tone. “My grandma’s 80th birthday is in just over ten days. You’d better

I’ll be there,”

muttered. “I hope

call was the last conversation they had for an

energy

her. Without wasting time, she grabbed a cab

done sketching, the sun was almost rising. A soft drizzle had begun outside, its steady rhythm tapping against the

only to find Trey walking in, wearing

second, Rachel almost mistook him

slipped out before Rachel could

into

raised an eyebrow. “What did you

What are you doing here?” she asked,

rain tonight, and Samira mentioned you were here

at the clock, feeling a bit sheepish. “I just wrapped up my sketches. I wanted to work while the

“It’s no trouble. I’ll wait for you. I’m not

“Alright then.”

for another hour before finally putting her

I’m done. Let’s go,” she called, but

desk, fast asleep. A pang of guilt tugged at her, and after a moment of hesitation,

softly, giving his shoulder a gentle

his eyes before flashing her a

keeping

a pleasure

stepped outside, a chilly breeze

instinctively hugging herself for

off his coat

hands down. “I can handle the cold. You’re the one holding the

argue

she looked at him, gratitude shining in