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.

for her to finish—he was already

sunlight, Rachel sat in a hanging chair, her posture slightly slumped,

up. The sunlight hit his sharp features, making him

had no interest in witnessing. Letting out a disdainful scoff, he turned to

back,

Rachel. His voice was

Rachel was committed to seeing this

80th

be there,” she

muttered. “I hope

the last conversation they had

new project, dedicating every ounce of her energy to it.

her.

almost rising. A soft

her heart skip a beat. She spun around on reflex, only to find Trey walking in, wearing a gray coat. His tall frame and broad shoulders bore a strong resemblance

almost mistook him for someone

name slipped out before Rachel could stop

as Trey’s face came into view,

“What did you just

doing here?” she

it would rain tonight, and Samira mentioned you were here alone. I thought I’d check

sheepish. “I just wrapped up my sketches. I wanted to work while the ideas were

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

“Alright then.”

at it for another hour

she called, but

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

up,” she said softly, giving his shoulder

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

keeping

a pleasure

they stepped outside, a chilly

instinctively hugging herself

thought, Trey shrugged off his coat and draped it

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

argue this

she looked at him, gratitude shining