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.

wait for her to finish—he was already making his way

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

looking up. The sunlight hit his

had no interest in witnessing. Letting

the ride back,

before boarding his flight, he stopped, pulled out his phone, and called Rachel. His voice was firm. “This

calmly. Rachel

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

there,” she

that,” he muttered. “I hope

the last conversation they had

dedicating every ounce of her energy

came to her. Without

almost rising. A soft drizzle had begun outside, its steady

reflex, only to find Trey walking in,

second, Rachel almost

out before Rachel

Trey’s face came into view,

an eyebrow. “What did you

doing here?” she asked, brushing it

forecast said it would rain tonight, and Samira mentioned

wrapped up my sketches. I wanted to work while the ideas

smile put her at ease. “It’s no trouble. I’ll wait for you. I’m not sleepy, so if you need anything,

“Alright then.”

it for another hour before finally

I’m done. Let’s go,” she

she found Trey slumped over the desk, fast asleep. A pang of guilt tugged at her, and after a moment of hesitation, she decided he’d

she said softly, giving his shoulder

blinked groggily, rubbing his eyes before flashing her a sleepy smile.

Thanks for keeping

a pleasure

moment they stepped outside, a chilly breeze swept over

instinctively hugging herself for

second thought, Trey shrugged off his coat and draped it over her

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

didn’t argue

him, gratitude shining